T. is away taking care of practical stuff and, although I will be working a lot this upcoming week, I will still miss him. In an attempt to think about other things than him being away, I have decided to start reading Margaret Atwood's The Year of the Flood. I have read quite a few of her novels (the latest one was Oryx and Crake) and I'm really looking forward to seeing a world through her sharp eyes and intellect again. A luxurious hardcopy version of her latest novel is now waiting for my by my bed. I can't wait...