Today’s my day off of clinic and I’m at a local cafe feeling cozy and ready to study. One of my favorite winter moments is a lovely snowy winter morning when I don’t have anywhere to be.
I keep stopping the book to talk about it. Partly because it's that good. Partly because I don't want it to end.
I've been in a funk, avoiding books for the most part. And just, cranky. Unsettled. A little burned out. My whole body needed soothing of the sort I last felt while reading Psalm for the Wild Built. And though I shouldn't really be buying books right now, I reached out and asked for a recommendation - something cosy, hygge-ish (that's not a word), something very Chambers.
To Be Taught if Fortunate was the first that came back. And oh, gods. It is *beautiful*. I'm 27% in on my kindle and it just feels like chocolate and the saggy limbs you get just before you drop off to sleep and the feel of hot sun on your back when you're cold and sick.