Too much of a muchness

The world has been a bit busy for me recently, and not all in a good way, so I've found myself with not too much to say. I'm once again in the laundromat, this time with a truly heroic amount of laundry to do, and the biggest thing on my mind right now is a sore neck from where I slept badly the night before.

I did just read an interesting biography of Frances Hodgson Burnett, and while her life was interesting in a great many ways, I think the book could have been nudged to move a bit more briskly, because I found myself skipping pages. Or, perhaps it was tiredness on my part - at any rate, I learned a lot about her life and her writing. I also read her book The Making of a Marchioness, which was a fluffy little thing that took me a half-hour to finish.

Off to go put a million loads of laundry into the dryer. And then, there will be folding. And folding. And folding.