Since I have been overthinking even more than usual this week, I am giving my brain a little vacation. Reading, mostly. OK, I know some people don’t consider that resting, but I do. For the last several months, I really haven’t been able to concentrate enough to read, so I am on a word drunk.
Nothing too difficult, though. Resting my mind and all. Still, I think I’ve managed to get through 3 or 4 books this week. I’m excited about that-I have missed books! It’s probably a little hard for most people to understand. I don’t remember a time before I was able to read, and I have read constantly for as long as I can remember. Not being able to read was a little like not breathing.
Earlier this week, I read a couple of the Harry Dresden novels. Wizards, fairies, angels and mobsters, oh my. Tonight I tore through “Hell House,” and earlier today I finished David Cronenberg’s new book called “Consumed.” I could tell you what it was about, but that is kind of like thinking so I won’t. Sex, cannibalism, philosophy and a North Korean conspiracy of insects.
Yeah. It does sound weird.
I hope to be back to my regularly scheduled brainy books soon. Maybe after my birthday.
What else have I got in mind this weekend? Not a damn thing. I’ll watch the Ducks beat UCLA, and do some junk around the house. I should probably finish cleaning out the spare bedroom if Ashley will be here on Sunday, right? Maybe make some chili. Buy groceries. Go for a walk or something. I’ve been huddled in all week with words and music. Being a recluse. Having a few small nervous breakdowns. Very minor ones. Mostly enjoying the solitude. Mostly.
So a few more days of enforced brain rest and I will be right as rain.
Why do you suppose people say that? Right as rain? It’s like happy as a clam. What’s happy about getting sand in your shell and living in cold muck?
I don’t get it.
But I don’t care enough to Google it.
Maybe later. I have some more scary reading to do. Mint tea to drink.
Important stuff.
Ciao, y’all.