Wednesday, March 29, 2006
A big bag of books
...sits on the floor behind me. When Tracy handed it to me in Regina I complained about the weight and asked for a forklift to move it. Some of the books are mine, some Tracy's. Thanks to her I've been reading Anne Compton's Processional while I bike. I've been trying to pedal off everything I ate at La Bodega. While the bag of books might do the trick, I did order some Martian Press titles just to be on the safe side. Tonight I went shopping again. I'm not sure how many books it will take to wear off that cupcake.