not a bad morning

Slept in til 8 am.

4 mile walk. (think I'll attempt some light jogging tomorrow again maybe?) Fyi, my new shoes feel wonderful; wish now I'd picked up a second pair to save me from shoe shopping again in another 4-5 months.

Met with Kara for coffee, chat and squaring away weekend petsitting details. I should make more of an effort to be a better friend; she is a nice young woman and is becoming quite a good artist.

Stopped by Huntsville Utilities and paid my bill.

Got into work 30 minutes early. (which means my longer day tomorrow can now be slightly shorter)

Oh, I finally got an email form message from Fainting Room about the long overdue corset order...which is still in limbo (Customs issues and held shipments) but "should" be resolved shortly. I wrote back again requesting, for the third time, to cancel my order and refund the money (as I'd rather try again with a different and better business). Will see if there is any reply to that or if the stuff ever shows up....

Book # 19

19) O'Connell, Jack. THE RESURRECTIONIST. Algonquin Books Of Chapel Hill: 2008.

It's been almost three weeks since I finished a book. I think I've got about three different ones in progress, but I guess I've just been busy with other things. Tsk tsk.

This was a good one.


This multi-layered tale is about Sweeney, a pharmacist by trade, and his young son, Danny, the victim of an accident that has left him in a coma. Sweeney moves Danny to a hospital specializing in comatose patients, the Peck Clinic. The Doctors Peck, father and daughter, claim to have "resurrected" two patients from the void of deep coma. Prior to Danny's accident, he and Sweeney had been reading a fantasy series of comic books called Limbo, and it is around these stories that things get really interesting. There are circus freaks, weird stunts, an apparent "resurrection" or two, a long odyssey in search of a lost father--any number of plot lines and characters overlapping between what is real in Sweeney's life, and what might be a dream or drugged reality, and what is storybook fiction.
Alongside all the strange and convoluted events of the novel there is a compelling meditation on the power of story, the meaning of madness and sanity and the very nature of consciousness. This is more than fantasy; it is a masterful and wholly imaginative invention based on the sad reality of a father and son trying to find one another again. (from Amazon.com editorial review)