Summer Thomas Hardy

I don't think I've ever done something like this before: I am specifically reading Tess of the d'Urbervilles to keep myself from whining about something every five minutes of my life. Lately I feel like I have something to complain about pretty much constantly, and I don't let myself because I can't even imagine how annoying my blog would become if I wrote every time I wanted to gripe. I don't know what it is about Thomas Hardy that feels indulgent, but it works--so every time I find myself wanting to complain, I pick up Tess. (You wouldn't believe how often this happens.)