Do you know what happened at my house today? Eh, nothing. Reading and writing and playing in the backyard (until we noticed that the neighbor’s cat had pooped all over the grass, AGAIN) and watching the birds through the window (because they apparently do not care about the cat poop) and making felted wool beads and eating dinner and letting the kids all wear their goggles in the shower. That’s about it. Also one of the doors fell off the television cabinet, so now I have a view of half the television screen at all times, and I realized—unrelated to the television—that we have approximately equal amounts of clean laundry waiting to be put away, and dirty laundry waiting to be washed. We have a lot of both.

And now you’re all caught up on my day. Illuminating, no?

What, no? Okay, how about this: how about instead of me continuing to yammer on, I point you in the direction of a new (fictional!) story at Literary Mama, written by my friend Diana. Yay Diana! (It’s short, you have time to click over and read it. Did you? What did you think?)

Do you guys read more fiction, or nonfiction? I tend to read a lot of motherhood-related nonfiction (not so much parenting books, but memoir—Elizabeth McCracken’s An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination, for example, or Catherine Newman’s Waiting for Birdy). I read less fiction, and my fiction reading tends to be less motherhood-focused. Anybody else? What do you read, when you find the time?