Reading Myself Silly

Yesterday was a aweful day. It rained nearly all day and looked like a child that lost his mother; misrable and lonely. Here, the place looks like it lost winter. It's strange to say that after living here my whole eight-teen almost nine-teen years, I never observed the January thaw. I never noticed it; I was too business with myself to really notice. Now that I do notice, it's all too strange. Where did the snow go? I want my snow back! It's a selfish thought but it's not winter without it.
Again this year, I'm sitting back as the maple sugaring season passes. I want to learn how to do it. I love real maple syrup however, as will everything else I do here, I'm restrained by my parents. It's a miracle that they even let me can. For those they don't know, it's takes a lot of time to condense the maple sape down to maple syrup. We do have an outdoor fireplace that we used for making maple syrup but I don't know if it'll take a heating since it's so old. If not I could probably build something. But then who'll eat it? Me and my dad. My mom hates the stuff.
Well, maybe I'll order supplies and give it a wing. What's the worse that could happen?
Anywho, in the past twenty-four hours I have read well over 150 pages in my novel, Digital Fortress by Dan Brown. I love Dan Brown's books. The led you in circles as you try to figure out who the real villian is. Right now, I'm certian that Sathmore is.