It’s been a busy week. I drove back on Sunday. I had a dentist appointment Monday. This morning is my annual eye exam. I went to lunch with Linda yesterday, and we caught up after a couple weeks. I don’t have anything on the agenda for next week. Yay! Reading time! I did stay up way too late Tuesday night. Duke kicked off their basketball season. I’ve been a Duke fan for twenty-five years although I never went there. I respected Coach K, and now Jon Scheyer. Of course, I’m an Ohio State football fan, although I never went there either. Mom and I counted, though, and seventeen members of our family went there, beginning with my grandfather.

I have had some reading time this week.

I’m about halfway through Charles Todd’s A Christmas Witness. It’s the first Inspector Ian Rutledge story he’s written since his mother, Caroline, died. Because he’s unmarried with no children, Rutledge is assigned a case during the Christmas holidays in 1921. Colonel Braxton was struck in the head by a horse’s hoof, and he’s convinced someone will kill him by Christmas. Because of his connections, Scotland Yard gives the case to a Chief Inspector.

I do have one quibble, though, and this is just me. The book is 212 pages, and is called a novella. I remember in the 1970s when a mystery novel topped out at 192 pages. Granted, this only has one plotline, which is a definition of a novella, but, personally, I tend to think of it as a shorter length. Just me, I know.

What about you? What are you doing this week? What are you reading?