The beginning of the semester (as mentioned a few days ago) has been a bit rough. I’m gradually getting into the swing of things, remembering the adrenalin rush of a new connection or perspective, catching up with friends, establishing achievable routines. But it’s been raining for days, and I really (still) just want to nestle in bed with the covers over my head.
In the absence of that possibility, here are a few things that are making this week more manageable:
Evelina, by Frances Burney. I thought this book would be dreadful, another moralistic screed against fallen women (I’m looking at you, Pamela). Rather, it’s an absolutely hilarious comedy of manners that has much more in common with Austen than Richardson. I laughed aloud on the Metro today, high praise indeed.
My new mini iPad, which has taken the place of the three notebooks and the multiple article print-outs that make me feel like Quasimodo by the end of the day. And also, practicality aside, it’s just so incredibly cool.
Candles. And bath salts. And hot tea. And the million other little things that my impossibly sweet boyfriend gives me that make even the grayest skies a bit less leaden. Or, perhaps more to the point, the fact that said boyfriend will be here on Friday.
I’ve got it good. I know this. My problems, such as they are, reflect so much privilege that I can’t even articulate them without embarrassment. Nonetheless, trivial or no, emotions can sometimes pack a wallop. Until mine chill, these are, well, a few of my favorite things.