I moved last week.
And now I am sneezing my head off (it’s raining, it’s dusty, and my nose loves to torment me. Go figure).
I haven’t read a book–nor even started one–in over a week.

I did find my tea, though, so life isn’t all bleak. And even though there are boxes and garbage bags and everything, I can smile (occasionally) because I spy my bookcase filled with books yet to be read–delicious treats I haven’t tasted yet.

What book should I plunge into once I have time? What else would you suggest for when I finally get to relax? What do you do when you are sneezing, stressed and it’s raining like a moose outside?

And won’t you all be glad when I can write again, and not post about the mundanity of my life?

Megan

from Medical News Today:

Women who drink three cups of tea a day “are less likely to have heart attacks and strokes,” the Daily Express reports. The newspaper adds, however, that “strangely, no added benefit of tea drinking was found among women who only had one or two cups a day or for men”.

The article goes on to say that this study doesn’t conclusively prove that tea aids womens’ hearts, but heck, I am a selective news-taker, so I am going to drink my tea and feel smug that I’m doing something for my heart.

I drink a lot of tea. My heart must be AWESOME!

Can you tell I am moving tomorrow, and all I can think about is relaxing? With a cup of tea? And maybe a handsome guy (btw, my husband is quite handsome. As is my son).

My brain resembles nothing more than confetti on a windy day: “Where does the towel bar go?” swoops by, followed by a scrap of paper with “Remember to pay the ConEd bill” and another one announcing “I am even more tired than usual.”

See, it’s Moving Week here at Casa Frampton.

BUT I have had time to do some fun stuff–my Eight Year-Old son got his report card last week, and we had promised him if he got good grades he could watch Hellboy starring Ron Perlman and Selma Blair (interesting sidenote: Rupert Evans who played Margaret’s brother in Frampton Obsession North and South is in this, too). (Let’s not talk about an eight year-old watching a PG-13 movie with that title. He can handle it, is all I can say, although other random things freak him out. Go figure).

I loved it, too. And, of course, it’s got a romance–Hellboy loves Liz, but things don’t come to a resolution until the end, when they engage in a (literally) fiery kiss. And I realized, yet again, as I watched and sighed, that I always search out the romance. And, if you are liberal in your application, romance is everywhere: In fairy tales, in mysteries (although Miss Marple’s love interest might just be tea), in film (and if it’s not a romance, the character might just be in love with power, or money, or his or her own neuroses), the X Files, in celebrity gossip (who’s Paris in love with this week?)

I bet regular romance readers look for the romance all the time–we, as Chuck Woolery might say, need to find the Love Connection (see, I told you I was scattered. Name-checking Chuck Woolery?!? I am definitely off my rocker).

So what are your favorite ‘It’s secretly about the romance’ pieces of media?

Megan

PS: As another sidenote, I really miss writing. I cannot wait until I can get back to it. Leaves a large gap in my life.