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Linda Hilton

Reader, Writer, Merciless Reviewer and Incurable Romantic


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Currently reading

The Summer Tree
Guy Gavriel Kay
Progress: 10/383 pages
Democracy in Chains: The Deep History of the Radical Right's Stealth Plan for America
Nancy MacLean
Progress: 134/574 pages
The Secular Scripture: A Study of the Structure of Romance
Northrop Frye
Progress: 43/200 pages
All the President's Men
Carl Bernstein, Bob Woodward
Progress: 73/383 pages
Women's Gothic and Romantic Fiction: A Reference Guide (American Popular Culture)
Kay Mussell
Progress: 17/157 pages
The Looking-Glass Portrait
Linda Hilton
Really Neat Rocks: A casual introduction to the rocks & gems of Arizona and the lapidary arts
Linda Hilton
Progress: 61/61 pages
Under the Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith
Jon Krakauer
The House of the Spirits
Isabel Allende
History of Witchcraft in England from 1558 to 1718
Wallace Notestein

I knew this would happen

I did my best to avoid it, but  . . . .


Putting three bags of water softener salt into a grocery cart, then taking them out of the cart to put them in the car, then taking them from the car to the patio.


Carrying a 35 pound bag of dog food from the car to the kitchen.


Bringing a case of bottled water from the car to the studio.


I woke up this morning with back spasms.  Had difficulty getting out of bed.  Hot shower helped, but not much.


I would still be in bed, flat on my back, but supplier of Moby's anti-inflammatory meds screwed up the refill order and I had to get on the computer to dig up the original order and communications re the prescription.


All I want to do right now is lie down and for the pain to stop.  I know it will eventually, but right now it's pretty terrible. And I can't go to bed until I get this mess cleared up with Moby's meds.


Oh, and the toilet leak started up again.  It needs a new valve, which I bought yesterday but am not even going to try to install until I can move without screaming.  At least the leak is way, way, way diminished from what it was, and even at its worst it wasn't terrible.  It's more an annoyance than anything else.