Today the Christmas spirit finally found me. Usually we embrace immediately after Thanksgiving, but the weather has been unseasonably warm lately. Sunday brought with it grey skies and a constant drizzle, though, which is partially inconvenient (for someone who walks in the morning and evening), but wholly appropriate. Today as I left a book club discussion, I embraced the cold air with a spring in my step and Christmas tunes on my mind. I went for a downtown stroll and visited the library, where — I thought — I’d pick up A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens. I’m enormously fond of it. Someone checked it out before me, though, so happy reading to them. Feeling inexplicably mirthful, I ran up the steps to the library’s upstairs and headed for the kids’ section, where I treated myself to two Harry Potter novels and…..Redwall, by Brian Jacques. None of them have a thing to do with Christmas, but they fit my mood — one of whimsy, looking forward to experiencing more of the magical buzz I get around this time of the year.
I’m also in a mood for some serious reading, so I’m sticking my nose timidly into Brian Greene’s The Fabric of the Cosmos. If it is too much for me I will finish Galileo’s Finger, which I’ve not forgotten about.