I have a tendency to go into the computer zone and get lost in cyberspace for hours.  Between composing letters, typing minutes, creating outlines, updating the blog, visiting other folks’ blogs and websites, doing research and playing solitaire when I need to veg between projects, I can stay at the computer and not move for hours.  Not moving is not good.

There are two chairs in our bedroom – one closer to his side of the room and one closer to my side.  (Ever since I grew up sharing a bedroom with my sister, I've divided rooms in this way - my side, your side.  The neat side...that would be me, the MeSsY side...that would be you.)

Lyrics from a few songs have been playing in my head for the last few days because they seem to fit the times we’re in.

How can it be that a man and woman share a bed as they’ve done since they were married some thirty years ago and he lies snoring peacefully while her breath is labored?

Thank you Boston Public Library, specifically the Adams Branch, for supplying me with the books that are feeding my current grand reading spree! I have no time to be reading as maniacally as I am really, but I’m making time because I feel compelled.  This happens from time to time, when I move from being an avid reader to becoming an obsessed reader.