I briefly forgot how math worked and thought this was the halfway point, and had a minor panic attack about the movement of time and also the fact that I should've by all accounts been at book #52 this week. But it's okay, it's all good.

Woof, 40 books in already. And yet somehow my "to-read" pile isn't shrinking at all. Hmm.

I haven't really been counting days/weeks, but gosh, about two months in lockdown at this point, huh? Welp. One of the books I read was a really fun diversion from what was happening in the world. The other not so much, but still had pretty good thoughts!

Another week already, huh? I can't decide if lockdown is moving slowly or flying by. I may have said that last week. I've lost all track of time and posts and oh god what's that??