It turns out that when you are moving, there is no such thing as a stray thought. You can only think (or, more precisely, I can only think) about lists, boxes, undone tasks, not enough time, and why on earth you have so many books and tea cups.

I did, in the not too distant past, have an elegant and well thought out response to a revolting quote in Katie Roiphe's WSJ piece about YA literature. My response had to do with the merits of moral codes when the only morality in both writing and the reading experience have to do with standards.

But, honestly, with my stuff everywhere and my mind half in DC and half in NC, I simply can not recall why I cared. Or why I thought anyone else would.

In what little private time I have I am reading Howl's Moving Castle (which my beloved Sharyn recommended) and Cranford by Elizabeth Gaskell. If I were a little less frantic, I could come up with something pithy to say about how the two are similar.

Well, maybe not. Enjoy your Tuesday. It will be far less tedious than mine.