People, I am tired. The holiday season is like twirling round and round, smiling wide as everything swirls happily about, and then collapsing. When I was little it was collapsing in a fit of dizzy laughter and going again as soon as my legs could hold me up, now I just think oh my God I need to sit down before I hurt myself. And get a drink. (I know this because yes I have physically twirled in my living room semi-recently. Sober, for the record. It’s not like that.)
I’ve made two attempts at novel reading thus far in 2014 and it just isn’t happening, the brain does not want plot and drama and thoughts. I want to sit, relax, sip a cup of tea, and look at something pleasant. These books are doing the trick, and I must say it is refreshing not to be chewing on my fingernails worried my favorite character is going to die in the end. We’ll be back to that next month.