Storms, Calm and Aches

After yesterday's reading eruption, I feel somewhat lost in the mist as Monday rolled along and my back began to hurt. Here's to hoping it is but a muscle pull. I have tucked into Let The Great World Spin and The Portrait of a Lady, though neither has enkindled today.

I was eager to rhapsodize upon Molly's soliloquy this morning but the day has dented such aspirations. I chuckled aloud as I read her reference to Rabelais. Given the agenda of my year long safari of literary elephants, I should be priming my implements for Pynchon about now. The snow expected for tomorrow may just engender the resolve.