Not feeling great tonight. In fact, I’ve been feeling terrible since my asthma attack last week. I’m on some steroid now, and I can barely sleep. I lie in bed and feel my heart racing. On the other hand, I’ve got a lot of reading done. When the house gets quiet, I start the fire, pull up a chair, and read for hours. It’s rather pleasant, though I prefer sleep.
I finished The Picture of Dorian Gray. Highly recommend. Beautifully written and thought out. I think I have to read more Oscar Wilde from here on. Finished The Invisible Man. That was a lot of fun. Finished The Man Who Was Thursday. That was weird, and I love it.
Anyway, that’s my life. Can’t sleep; reading.
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