Warm enough for bare feet
Yesterday was remarkably beautiful. The boys chose to play outside while I sat on the porch to read. It was warm enough for bare feet and a war between cowboys and indians.
I’m nearly done with The Hunger Games and not fully committed to finishing the trilogy. The book is… okay. It’s been a quick read and all, but I’m not hooked. In fact, I keep getting distracted by wondering if I should just scrap it all and start Fall of Giants. Y’all know I love me some Ken Follett.