“I made it the mantra of those days; when I paused before yet another series of switchbacks or skidded down knee-jarring slopes, when patches of flesh peeled off my feet along with my socks, when I lay alone and lonely in my tent at night I asked, often out loud: Who is tougher than me?The answer was always the same, and even when I knew absolutely there was no way on this earth that it was true, I said it anyway: No one.”
When Patches of flesh peeled off my feet
The smell of old books and adult life.
Spent my day off running errands and ended up at a used book store.
It was so relaxing.
“Old books exert a strange fascination for me -- their smell, their feel, their history; wondering who might have owned them, how they lived, what they felt.” ― Lauren Willig
Now Im about to put on some music and dance/sing/jiggy while I clean.
Best. Day. Off.
