You know, I just changed the books over there in the righthand gutter, replaced Don Quixote with Bartram's Trail Revisted, and I noticed that I've had Buddha is as Buddha does over there for nearly two months. Why is it taking me so long to read that book?
No really, I don't know. I'm asking. I enjoy the book. It's very thinky, by which I mean I can't sit and read 50 pages straight because I have to stop and think every few pages. Which is sort of the point anyway. It's a good book, too, well-written, and certainly something I'm keenly interested in. But I mean, I'm barely over half way through it. It's not terribly long, about the average length of most of the books I read actually.
I haven't been doing a whole lot of reading lately. Which is odd; my subscription to The Economist ran out two weeks ago and I'm not restarting it until we move, so I should have more time to read books. I've been reading the Bartram's Trail book more, actually; it's quite good as well (thanks Mom & Dad!), but I seem to spend too much time doing... um... ah, there's the problem. Wasting the time. Grr.
I can't wait to get out of here. I'm stuck in this awful rut and the sooner I leave Tampa and get started on something new (a job, you know, would be nice) the better. Here's hoping I get a job soon and we can move.