Making new ones. We're currently trying to figure out dinner plans for this weekend (which, as I'm typing this out, plans are already starting to fall apart a bit. Shoot.). One of the most exciting things in life is meeting new people and sharing discussions, so I'm really stoked.
I've finished The Earth Abides. I've started Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis and Eaarth by Bill McKibben. To follow up I have a translation of Wolfram Von Schenbach's medieval novel Parzival, Locking Up Our Own by James Forman Jr., No Future Without Forgiveness by Desmond Tutu, Language, Truth & Logic by Alfred Jules Ayer, and Tractatus, Logico, Theologicus by John Warwick Montgomery. To add to the list, at the insistance of my friend who bought the book for me, I'm reading a Star Trek dime novel called How Much For Just The Planet? No. I'm not joking. Yes, I'm really reading that because I promised I would.
I'm pretty certain I've bitten off more than I can chew. I'm a slow, easily distracted, and unthorough reader. It took me about a month to get through The Earth Abides. I also made a bunch of space on the bookshelf and already it's filling back up. So on the one hand, yay books! On the other hand, next time I'll have to exercise a bit more discretion and moderation when making some book orders. At least I've had a few lovely chats with the ladies at the book store recently.
Still haven't drawn anything. I've just been so busy. I'm starting to feel like I'm actually neglecting it.