I guess I don't read as much when I have a lot on my mind. Of course I always have a lot on my mind...stress, work, friends moving away. But these past few days I feel like reading and yes, thinking, has only made me more apprehensive. I tried to come home tonight after work, make a small dinner, then sit on the couch and read. Nothing more, nothing less. By seven o'clock, I had read about five pages of A History of Reading and no more. During lunch today I read about ten pages of Balzac's Eugenie Grandet and spent the rest of my hour watching the water bubbling in the Boston Public Library courtyard. I'm hoping that tomorrow will be the transition day to revive my reading state of mind. Does anyone else get discouraged because they haven't read too much? My god, sometimes writing these posts makes me think I'm a bigger geek than I really am.
On a side note, my father just got a new Mustang. Thirty-five years after he sold his old Mustang (for a 1969 GTO) he finally got another one. It's a gorgeous metallic red with the Mustang stencilling on the side panelling and sounds like a car should.