If you know me, even a little, you soon realize my love of all things Jane Austen. She was a great writer. I love everything having to do with her books. I have at least two copies of all of her books, some even more than that. I try and read them at least once a year. Well, at least Pride and Prejudice, my favorite of her books. When I find something involving her, her books, or that era I cannot help but purchase it. I am obsessed.
I thought this was so appropriate. It sums up the last few days so well. Many, many things have happened but when it comes to slicing about one of them, those happenings really are busy nothings. Life is funny that way. You can fill an entire day and at the end of it nothing really happened. I think I prefer it to the extraordinary or horrid things that I could experience. Jane Austen wrote it best.