We're back now from a quick trip south, so you burglars who were watching this blog in order to do your burgling as soon as we were gone, neener-neener.
But we came back to about two inches of snow. Now, it wasn't exactly tropical where we went (we voyaged as far south as Payson, Utah) but there's no snow there, the grass is greening and my sister-in-law's daffodils and crocuses were blooming. Heck, even the grain outside of Pocatello is greening. Here, all is white and I had to start a fire in the fireplace because it's just too durned cold here. Oh well. So our return wasn't as greatly anticipated as was Bilbo's return to Hobbiton. It wasn't snowy when he got back. He did have to deal with the Sackville-Bagginses, however.
So you can probably tell I'm not even going to try to match March's all-time record for Blog droppings. Just got a bit enthusiastic. Time will tell if such enthusiasm will continue.
Making of the President 1960, The; by Theodore White.
Read in 2017
Asterix Chez les Helvetes, by Uderzo and Goscinny. 48 pages.
Diary of A Wimpy Kid, Double Down, by Jeff Kinney. 218 pages.
Essential C.S. Lewis, The; edited by Lyle W. Dorsett. 536 pages.
Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury. 184 pages.
Good Intentions, by Ogden Nash. 180 pages.
Le Bouclier Arverne, by Uderzo and Goscinny. 48 pages.
Non Campus Mentis, by Anders Henriksson. 150 pages.
Up the Down Staircase, by Bel Kaufman. 340 pages.
Ze page total: 1,704 pages.
The Best Part
Going Postal, by Terry Pratchett
"In my experience Miss Crisplock tends to write down exactly what one says," Vetinari observed. "It's a terrible thing when jouralists do that. It spoils the fun. One feels instinctively that it's cheating somehow."