Slept in today. I woke up late, with the bedroom door mostly closed. So, I figured, my lovely and thoughtful bride went downstairs and took a noisy cat with her. See? Thoughtful?
So I lay there for a moment, having checked the time, thinking if I did that three or four more days in a row I might feel like a normal person.
The night before I fell asleep reading a history of churches. I’ve worked up to the middle of the 20th century and I’m ready for the book to be over, so I can just have something else to read. Ninety-five more pages to go.
This is my second time trying this book and I didn’t finish it all the first time. I’m much farther along now, and I’m glad for having tried it again and getting beyond my first effort. But not finishing a book twice seems wrong somehow.
And, yet, I have so many great books waiting to be opened. There are three on my nightstand. I have an entire bookcase, stuffed to overflowing, of other books waiting to be read. And, I’m sure, a good two dozen books waiting to display themselves as ones and zeroes on my Kindle app. The difficult part is always ‘What to read next?’
I just have to muddle through a few more chapters of the current monograph. (Notwithstanding a plodding style which, even for an academic project, leaves something to be desired, it is an insightful book.)
Anyway, it was a quiet day, and that was grand. Enjoyed a little football and took a nice long walk. Here are two pictures from our walk.
We did a bit over four miles. And here’s the barn.
None of the world’s problems were solved, maybe next time, but it was a nice walk.
And, now, we’re going to have our Thanksgiving dessert. (Cheesecake.)
