I think I must be finally maturing
Sometimes there are days that do not deserve to be remembered. Yesterday, the work part of yesterday, the second half of yesterday, was one of them. So I'll leave it there because I can't talk about it without contemplating violence, and I'm no longer a violent person.
That being said, I was surprisingly calm last night by the time I got home, which was later than normal. But somehow I ended up back on schedule and hit the rack on time and fell right to sleep after reading for about ten minutes. I was rather surprised with myself and think I must be maturing, finally, and able to put toxic stuff behind me were it belongs.
I slept a bit extra this morning because I'm taking the morning off. I did some reading and coffee drinking and now a bit here.
The book I'm reading is called The Midnight Library . It's basically about a library in the afterlife filled with books of a Nora's other possible lives. When she dies she can choose an alternate life by looking at he book of regrets and then picking something she wants to change and then trying the life she would live by that change.
It sounded promising when I vetted it at Barnes and Nobles. But now, fifty pages in, there seems to be lots of self pity by the main character, Nora. So much pissing and moaning and complaining. A real buzz kill for damn sure. It's starting to feel a lot like the movie A Christmas Carol. I bet she's gonna try out several lives and woe is me through every one of them until she realizes how precious life is and finally "get it" and become woke and bla bla bla. . . .I'm already speed reading the damn thing.
At least some of his chapters are short. That's the best thing I have to say about it for now.