Monday, Monday

Maybe I should say thank god it's Monday after this tough weekend. Felled by food poisoning (or something equally noxious) on Saturday morning, I was actually feeling worse on Sunday. So no Getty, no beach, not much writing, a bit of blogging, a spot of knitting, and lots of feeling pathetic.

Fortunately my DVD of Jane Eyre arrived on Friday so I watched most of it. I had seen it when it first aired last January and loved it. Maybe because I wasn't feeling well, I found myself overly distracted by Ruth Wilson's lips. And Rochester seems altogether too flirtatious in this viewing. But I have to say it was a lovely diversion.

In slightly good news, I finally have a Barnes and Noble ranking, which means they've sold at least one copy of The Raven's Revenge, and I see at Amazon that someone who bought my book also bought What Happened: Inside the Bush White House and Washington's Culture of Deception. Not an obvious pairing--and it makes me laugh--which is one sign that I'm feeling better.

Oh--I blogged at Titlewave today. We are changing things. Now we're blogging on Mondays only--and participating in Travis Erwin's My Town Mondays--which I think is a brilliant idea, because it's less of a grind and more creative. I had planned on writing about the Getty or the beach, but since I ended up in bed instead, I recycled (and slightly updated) an old blog I did a couple of years ago. Check it out.