I'm beat. My brain is fried. Work is... sapping all of my brain power. When I get home, all I can do is read. Or stare at the computer screen.
Tonight I finished reading an old favorite - Franny and Zooey. It's one I've read several times, and one I was almost positive that I owned. However, I had to check it out of the library. I must have either lost it or given it away.
I have moved too many times. It's starting to catch up with me. I have lost a full-size bed, a VCR, a pizzelle iron, an immersion blender that made the best dang smoothies, and Franny and Zooey.
But I have also learned not to give a flip about material possessions. It's all good.