4/25: comfort

Earlier this year I wrote how Burnett's Making of a Marchioness kept me good company during an under-the-weather weekend. Today I wasn't exactly under the weather, but I kept having to rest because some of my muscles were acting up in a not-so-happy way. And I was lucky to have a great book to keep me company this time, too: I'm nearing the end of Forster's Room With a View, and it just makes me so very happy to read it. I think I put off reading it for so many years because I had seen the film (which I enjoyed), and now I can't believe I've deprived myself of the pleasure for so long. But maybe it's a good thing that I had it in waiting for just such a day as this?