Here Kitteridge

I started a new book this weekend. Jan T. recommended it and I trust her (for the most part). Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout. It's the perfect afternoon for a sweet little read. The wind is blowing and the skies can decide if they want to send showers in the form of cold rain or snowflakes. Frankly, I'm fine with either today. I have my tiny crock pot full of simmering apple cider and my ridiculous fluffy socks on. I promise to let all of you know how Olive and I get along.