Ah, lazy late summer Sundays. Tried to relax by the pool, but couldn't quite do it. Bugs drove me indoors, now awaiting a delicious steak...mmmm...steak....Mr. Manners aka The Meatmaster (oh, take that as you will) is grilling lunch while I am in charge of potatoes and bread.

Reading the NYTimes booklist and see nothing really of interest (as usual). Anyone have any suggestions? I am currently chewing my way through two "crime" novels, and have recently finished the new James Bond (much as I remembered the old ones to be, appealing to my inner thirteen year old boy).

I'm excited that we're extending our stay in Navarre. A real vacation, one in which Mr. Manners has sworn work WILL NOT INTRUDE (hrmph). I am not working, myself, unless it is a dire emergency, and plan on doing nothing except sitting on the beach and reading a book, and listening to satellite radio, and perhaps drinking a strawberry daiquiri (simple pleasures I have yet been denied this year), while burying my toes in the wet sand. I plan to crinkle. And that’s as far as I’ve gotten. Oh, and perhaps eat some shrimp. So I need books (see request above).