Hockey is a funny game. Before the puck drop, my D said to me "You're going to see a lot of shots.". And it did look like the other team had 3, maybe 4, of the best players on the ice. But instead, we crushed them, 7-1, and the lone goal I gave up was a bouncer from the second line I should have had. We worked hard, but still, I would have never guessed. I wasn't even stressed too often. Funny how that works out sometimes.
But even behind my mask, the guys were commenting on how red my eyes are. They are scary red. Maybe conjunctivitis, maybe just a reaction to my long-lasting head cold, maybe both but they are ugly right now. Not very itchy but the eyelids were stuck closed this morning. Odd. I've never had this before. Still have a hacky cough and stuffed-up nose. I wish I could shake this. Maybe if I could get more sleep it would help!
So I am hoping for a quiet day #today. Work for a bit, then reward myself with an ice-cold gin & tonic this evening - #TGIFMFs! Go to bed early and read. I've been trying to close out some of my Currently Reading list and not doing a bad job of it. I'm back to reading Dickens' Pickwick Papers. Pretty amusing. I would like to read more classics. It's been a while. Found "Dark Earth" by Stott to be pretty boring. Maybe the most boring #book I've ever finished! @bookstodon@books
@jda@bookstodon@books You know more than me, having read the bio, but I understand that Dickens started as a police reporter and his early works: Sketches By Boz, Oliver Twist and Pickwick Papers, all benefit from some "reading between the lines" as he alluded to things he knew that he couldn't write straight out. Thomas summarizes long works like Mayhew's London Life, reports of vice committees and so on that illustrate the congested, abusive and creative London Dickens found so fascinating.