I've still very tired from last week. Even though I rested all day Sunday and took a two hour nap yesterday, I fell asleep before 11 last night. Very odd. I had dinner with the family last night but didn't have the energy to engage. My dad asked me about Squaw Valley but I didn't have the energy. Recovering.
I'm rereading the Abhorsen Trilogy by Garth Nix. I love fantasy. I need the escape, the psychic candy that comes from fantastical creatures. I'm also listening to Under the Volcano by Malcolm Lowry. Lowry's language has me by the throat, enraptured and a little terrified. I'm waiting for The Time of the Doves by Mercedes Rodoreda to arrive, under recommendation from an instructor who told me my sentence structure would benefit from reading her.
I'm probably going to head back to my father's village for the holy festival the first week of October. I'm thinking of going to Veracruz first for a few days I've never been to Veracruz and I crave a few days of sea and solitude. I look forward to returning to Mexico since I write so much down there and the stories abound. I'm working on a new story that takes place in the village. The story is funny but dark and ultimately very sad.
Happy 79th birthday to my grandma, the crazy cougar.