Waste of Perfect Reading Weather
Pity I was at work at the time that I was today. The afternoon had a good hard rain, and it would have been perfect for a book and a cup of coffee. It's just as good, I suppose. I don't even have a book chosen for what to read next. Horror, I think. There isn't anything written recently that I've gotten any enjoyment out of. I have a huge book of short stories, several I've read, plenty I haven't. Maybe that. I'd like an actual book, with fully fleshed out narrative. But then, I do love a good old fashioned vintage story. Maybe a ghost story?
Monday my brother, his wife, and her parents are going to see the new Beetlejuice. I've been invited, so I figure what the hell. I'll try to turn off my brain a bit, because I've loved the original since it came out. I hear it's better than most nostalgia-bait.