saturday sundries

Sometime in the middle of the night, something beeped. Loudly. I got up at 5am to wander around the house but it didn't happen again. Afterward I had intensely vivid dreams about my journalism friends. Everyone wore brightly colored jackets. Strange. But I overslept half an hour into my work this morning. Oops.

This week has felt exhausting, with doctor and therapy and work headaches. I've not written much at all, here or on anything. I have an idea for a short story I really want to do but it goes slow. I need to think about doing the fiddly bits of house cleaning I put off all year long. I need to think about what I'll make for Thanksgiving. Most of the traditional things are not foods I enjoy. I dislike yams, a lot of gourds and turkey. I'll probably make a ham. I like ham.

Because I'm reading a book and I don't think I like it.

These are the sort of things that bring me to a screeching halt on a Saturday night. I'm reading a book and I don't think I really like it. I don't know if it is the translation, the subject, the style or just me. I hate to stop reading something once I've started. I've only quite a handful of books. So I'm conflicted on whether I devote more time to trying to like it, or if I give up and find something else to read that I'll enjoy more. So the only good thing to do was to make a poll.

[Poll #1641537]