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February 2016

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My sleep rhythms are messed up. I haven’t been able to go to sleep before 10:00 this week, and more likely it is 11:00 or midnight before I finally succumb to peace. My alarm is still going off at 5:30, though on Tuesday and yesterday I was able to sleep until 7:00 because when I work from home, I don’t have to get up and get moving. I can’t decide why I’m out of sync. I’m off my running and office schedule (with an unexpected day of working from home on Tuesday and giving my knee a reprieve on Wednesday…) but I haven’t ever had it affect my sleep this much!

Needless to say, I’m tired.

I gave up on The Goldfinch. I hate to give up on things, but Nicole reminded me that “life is too short to force yourself to finish a book because you feel like you ought to”. Maybe at some other point in my life I’ll return to it and the Pulitzer in it. As a recovery treat, I binge read two lesbian romance novels in 24 hours. Don’t judge. Sometimes you NEED fluffy. And trust me, after The Goldfinch, I was ready for some fluffy.

I also bought “Letters of Note” since it was on sale ($3.99!) and have been reading it on the iPad since the compiler has includes photographs of the original letters wherever possible. Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter to her husband, Mary Stuart’s letter to Henry III of France at 2:00 AM the night she learned she would be executed the next morning, the Queen of England writing to Eisenhower and including her drop scone recipe… Seriously, the queen makes scones? It has been fun and fascinating. I think my favorite letter is a response from E.B. White (Author: Charlotte’s Web) to Nadeau when Nadeau asked his opinion on the bleak future of the human race:

“It is quite obvious that the human race has made a queer mess of life on this planet. But as a people we probably harbor the seeds of goodness that have lain for a long time to sprout when the conditions are right. Man’s curiousity, his relentlessness, his inventiveness, and his ingenuity have led him into deep trouble. We can only hope that the same traits will enable him to claw his way out. Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock for tomorrow is another day.”

I looked at my “To Read” list and didn’t feel moved to read anything I have on it. That’s a shame. I was so excited to MAKE that list! I need a really good, carrying story where I can suspend a little of my reality for a while, maybe.

Did I mention how tired I am?

It’s another rainy day in the mountains of Virginia. Brooks looked out this morning and said, “It can’t be morning! It’s so DARK!”

“It’s raining, baby!”
“Again? Why is it always raining now?”

“April showers bring May flowers, Brooksie.”

“But MAMA.” Exasperated. “We already HAVE flowers.”
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