I feel a little as though I am spinning my wheels, running in place. I suspect this is due to the length and tenacity of the pandemic, though that doesn’t make me any happier about it.

In any case, books continue to happen, and I continue to read them.

Maybe one day I’ll stop waiting for my to-read list to clear out.

Onwards, April.

Also, Camp NaNoWriMo, which is passing much easier than I thought it would.

Hey, antidepressants are kind of fun, huh?