Minerva Stream, in the heart of the Adirondacks
I have complained about the weather all summer to anyone who would listen and this week I have cheered each and every one of the five days of glorious sunshine and blue skies that we've had. Sure does improve the mood.

Now I'm in the midst of planning the books I'll be bringing on our annual trek to the Adirondacks. We're going for two weeks and two days--the longest stretch we've ever had up there. I'm determined to read Three Junes by Julia Glass. I own it and have put off reading it again and again because I keep finding library books that I need to hurry up and return. I've ordered Alice in Exile by Piers Paul Reid, a novel set in the days of the Russian Revolution (just love that era). I wish I had T.C. Boyle's new book The Inner Circle, but it's not going to hit bookstores until September 9, the day after we leave for the wilderness. It's about a man and a woman who participate in Dr. Kinsey's sexual studies in the--is it the 1940s? The 50s? I think it might be the late 1940s. Oh, and I'm going to read The Crimson Petal and the White by Michael Faber, another book I own. Since not a one of these three is short, I'll bet that's all I'll have time for, especially considering the ugly fact that I think I'm going to be copyediting a manuscript while I'm up there. This project keeps being delayed. I don't want to lose the opportunity to do it because I need the work.