I'm proud of myself today. I have successfully held my tongue when I wanted to lash out at someone who has been spreading many lies behind my back. And yet, I have said nothing. Big move for me. I'm not saying eventually I won't explode and let that person really have it, but for now, I'm as quiet as a dead squirrel. Frankly, I'm just tired of arguing. A semi-peaceful life is all I really want and anger and bitterness just takes up too much time and energy. Hey, look at me, I'm growing!

My car is at the garage and I should be getting it back today. It's been hard not having a car. It really limits the freedom of going anywhere anytime you want. Apparently, the water cooler busted or something. I'm not really up on the mechanics of cars, so really they could tell me almost anything and I'd believe it. Gullible, yes I am well aware.

Well, I'm currently reading the Phil Rickman novel, The Chalice. Before that, I got half way through Carlos Ruiz Zafon's The Shadow of the Wind. Before the Zafon novel, I finished the sixth Harry Potter book. I always have a hard time getting back into any book after reading a Harry Potter book. J.K. Rowling has a way of sucking me into the story and I seem to need some time to regroup before I can get into another book. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was a good read. It started out a bit tedious, but soon got interesting and darker. The ending left me very emotional and stunned. Any book that can actually tap emotion from the reader is a good book. The last book that really affected me was Anna Quindlen's One True Thing. That's easy to explain since I took care of my father during his cancer. Good reads, check them out.