I’m having a very Monday-ish Monday. It’s one of those days where I can’t seem to wake up no matter how much caffeine I imbibe. I have chatted with four bots today. Wouldn’t it be nice if you could just specify ‘human!’ and get one on the phone? My refrigerator is on the fritz, my husband wants to argue about things that happened three weeks ago, and one of the cats—probably Severus—peed in the dining room. All in all, my soul feels like its being scrubbed with a cheese grater.
What am I going to do to self-soothe? Take a long bath—the kind where the water is so hot your butt stings for a few seconds—and read a book! I’m reading a wonderful memoir by a gay author who has six fingers on each hand and six toes on each foot. More on that next week.
For now, here are some LGBTQ+ Romantic Mysteries for you to read, perhaps after a long, luxurious bath.
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