A Supremely Bad Idea

It's Tuesday evening and I'm home alone.

This sounds weird, but it is one of my favorite times of the week.

The Handyman works late and I come home and I don't cook, I don't clean, I don't turn on the TV.

I did take the garbage out.

But other than that?  Nothing that I don't want to do.

I'm going to poach an egg, dip my toast in the runny yolk  (don't judge until you try it), have a cup of tea and read, Read, READ!!

What am I reading?

Well, listen to this first paragraph...

I grew up in England, a small country near Iceland where we all love the queen and the sun don't shine. Because of the lousy weather and the unfair distribution of wealth, the place is filled with sad people with not much going on for them.

My homeland has a strong tradition, however, of inventing safe pursuits for all the losers.

What do you think?  Should I continue on?

Look at this cover!  How can I not?

I guess it also helps that I am a little bit of a bird-watcher.

I go every year on a "birding weekend"  (be careful tho, if you click on the link, the bird post link---the first one is about Llamas.  Yes, Llamas.  I have no explanation for this.  I'm just kinda edgy like that: writing about Llamas in a  bird tagged post.)

BUT---this face!

How can you resist?

I cannot.

So I will read on.

It's a non-fiction, memoir.  

I know I'll love it.

I'm linking up to 

First Chapter, First Paragraph, Tuesday intros

at

Bibliophile By the Sea

(I bet there are lots of cool birds by the sea!)