Really, I could put off breathing. You may call it lazy. I call it enjoying myself.
I saw a Blue Grosbeak a week or so ago. He only hung around for a couple of days so I think he was off looking for a girl friend (or boyfriend if he was a she).
I was reading the Harry Potter series again, but got swept up in the Philippa Gregory The Other Boleyn Girl mania going around at work. I liked it well enough to order a couple more of her books about the exploits of Henry VIII's court. I sort of liked The Boleyn Inheritance as a follow up to some of the characters from The Other Boleyn Girl. I had to put down The Virgin's Lover (about Queen Elizabeth, Henry and Anne Boleyn's daughter) because it was a little too Harlequin romancy for my taste. I'm about three chapters into The Other Queen (about Mary, Queen of Scots) and finding it as good as The Other Boleyn Girl.
For years, I was all about detective novels. Then I stopped reading fiction and was into the socio-political-anthropological non-fiction work. I suppose I'm moving on to historical fiction now.
There are worse things to be doing with my time, I suppose.
Loki sez: And this is one of them.