Dear Stephen King, Thanks for the Bags

That's right. Bags. Not grocery bags. Not cute purses. Not bags packed with clothes to travel around the world, living an exciting life. Nope. I gots me some luggage under my eyes. And I blame Stephen King.

Yesterday I got a phone call from the front desk at work, saying I had a package waiting for me. Score! My father, who works in a FANTASTIC bookstore in Vermont (www.northshirebookstore.com), sent me Mr. King's latest 1,000+ page saga "Under the Dome". I am a big King fan, and have really enjoyed how his writing has evolved from the scary-creepy phase of "Carrie" and "Cujo", into more psychologically intense stories. A particular favorite is the collection "Everything's Eventual". But his latest is not a collection of short stories. In fact it's a very LONG story. And I love long stories too.

I started it last night when I got home from the gym (an admittedly short workout, as I knew that this latest adventure was waiting for me), and stayed up reading until 12:30. I cracked a good 200 pages, and would've read more. Except there are things in life -- works, perhaps-- which require a decent amount of sleep.

In a perfect world, I would like to finish it this weekend, but guess what? I actually have plans both days! Tomorrow will be a 10 mile run (hopefully my back will be kind), followed by Pre-Thanksgiving dinner at a friend's new house. Then Sunday is the Warhol exhibit. It's nice to have plans, but I am reserving Saturday night for my very special date with a married man from Maine, who loves the Red Sox, hates cell phones, and likes 1,000+ page books. Don't worry, Steve. So do I!

Inaugural Blog

Well, I gotta say I've been reading my friends' blogs for years. They cover everything from running marathons, to relocating across the country, to raising kids, to reviewing music. They are fun, witty, informative and overall pretty great. But, there are a few that truly suck. I'm not naming names, but really, they suck. And that's when I decided "I can do better!" So I begin the blog.

I have titled this blog "Single, Renting, With Cats...". Many of you might think that sounds depressing or a cliche of a romantic comedy starring Jennifer Aniston or worse, Katherine Heigel (sp). But it's not. I am reclaiming the fabulousness that comes with being single, renting an apartment, and having two cute, fuzzy little friends to come home to every night. It's not glamorous, but it's perfectly pleasant and peaceful and it gives this gal the freedom to do whatever she likes. A friend once said that if she wasn't married or had kids, she'd want my life. So I figured if SHE wants it, then everyone else must want a piece so here goes.