I'm counting on my fingers here, but I'm definitely within a year or two of the age when my father asserted it was impossible to sleep all night. Bed at 11 or 12 and awake at 5 am, I think he said, complaining there was nothing to do at that hour-- which in those netless days of the mid-late 70s there wasn't. I'm waiting for this old-age insomnia to hit me. Two early days of up for 7:30 has me in a zombie state. I want only to collapse into bed and sleep until 10 or 11 tomorrow, and probably will, which is why I must make up the guest bed tonight. But I'm too tired even for that.
Tuesday, October 23rd, 2012
I read my friends' FL page, and every so often someone's book rec sends me off to the library catalogue to see if we have it. Then I think, no, I'll wait till I'm back from NYC or have finished whatever is on the go right now. Trouble is, I'm finding that book recs are like dreams. Sometimes fragments remain ('I was driving a car' which was a nightmare because I don't drive) but more often it's just 'Oh yeah I had a dream last night.' Someone somewhere recommended something that sounded must-read but now I can't remember if it was a fantasy or a mystery or a children's book or, indeed, anything about it at all.
Maybe I just dreamed that I read someone's book rec?
Maybe I just dreamed that I read someone's book rec?