Journal



#388 Home early.

Since youth was over by 6, we’re home early for the first time in a long time on a Sunday night. I even had time to sit down and finally delete old files from my computer that have been taking up space. Now I’m counting down the minutes until it’s acceptable for me to go to bed so I can get back to reading The Help.
If Southern history interests you, this is a must-read. I couldn’t stop last night—so I just didn’t. I read from 10:30 until nearly 1 am. I only stopped because I made myself. It’s awesome. Read it.
P.S.
I finally bought myself a black coat and got to wear it this morning. I felt fabulous because I never ever wear black. It’s reserved for special occasions.