Easy Like Sunday – I just don’t feeeeeel like it!

Ah, well…

Is it the time of year?

The hours of my job, which keep me busy and tired?

My eyes?

I mean…

Yesterday, I got a visual migraine at work. For the **second** time in less than two months. I usually get one… or zero… a year. However, I am under fluorescent lights in front of a computer for 8 hours. Is that the issue? Ya think?

My hours for the next two weeks go like this: M, T, W, TH, F, off Saturday, then back to work on S, M, T, W, TH, off Friday & Saturday (my first “weekend”! Woo Hoo!).

What can I say? These old bones are… well, it’s been said… bone tired. LOL

So, maybe these are the reasons I’m just not feeling the love for…

Uh, books.

I mean, looking at them on the shelf? Oh, I’m totally up for that! I LOVE them.

Reading?

Not so much.

My mom suggested I might try some fiction for a while.

“Great idea,” I said.

Then, I took a nap.

It was a great idea, though, and I ordered a few books I’ve been waiting on. One is Steinbeck‘s The Pearl.

Mom and I were having a dandy conversation about great authors and I was saying how much I love Dickens. I don’t know *why* I love him so much because seriously, could he BE more of a downer?

Mom is a Steinbeck fan and said I **must** read The Pearl. So, I ordered it today, along with some other little gems that I’ve wanted to read… like forever.

Not that I don’t have some fiction to read on my shelves. See the featured photo of books I’ve heard are excellent and some I’ve even started … kinda. I got 100 pages into one, 10 pages into another, and read the book jackets of yet another. Except Capote‘s In Cold Blood, which is about something that actually happened… I don’t even know why it’s there between all that fiction. I read that one from cover to cover a long time ago. I’ve always had “a thing” for murder. What does that say about me? Probably nothing good.

So, see… I’m rambling.

I just wanted to check in to say that the next week or so will be kind of brutal… and I hope you’ll weather the schedule-storm with me.

Hopefully, by the end of it, I’ll be back in book-readin’ form and have lots to share with you.

In the meantime, since I brought it up, I’ll just say that Truman Capote is a master storyteller and writer with keen research and observation skills. In Cold Blood tells the story of the murdered Clutter family, circa 1959. It goes from the first shotgun blast to the execution of the killers. It’s like a documentary on violence in America, which (as we all know) is still going strong.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that if you like crime novels and/or “true stories”, this is one of the best. Consider it a recommendation.

I’ll be popping in over the next week whenever possible. If time and tire(d) get the best of me, forgive me in advance.

Have a fantastic week!