Sleepy eyes

I read last night until one, and then I went to sleep. However, I awoke at 6:30 am and my eyes are a bit heavy and really the most comfortable in the closed position. But my mind is not of the same state; in fact, it is nagging me with the thought of another book . . . another book . . . another book. I have bonded with my Kindle; it has put books back at my fingertips and I find I feel more myself as long as I can read often. All sorts of things – with some notable exceptions, including the high class science fiction Der Bingle and Quentin are so fond of. (For them, the Mysterious Galaxy bookstore in San Diego is tantamount to a shrine.) They have gone to book signings and meet the author sessions. They discuss upcoming books and I am clueless. Now, using the Kindle and its applications for Mac, they actually PRE-ORDER books and start waiting like kids at Christmas for the electronic delivery.

Well, that paragraph wandered around a bit, but who cares. Really? It’s just me chatting away. Frankly, I have always hated topic sentences and strict little paragraphs. And, as I have groaned before, I am not much for themes. “Discuss the theme of this book, essay; what message is the author conveying and how does he use analogies and other literary devices?” Oh, better watch out, my sleepy eye comment seems to have foreshadowed a cranky mood.

How did this happen? I thought I was in a good mood, happy with my Kindle and my titanium spork. And I am; I am. However, I do hear the cranking sounds in the background. I am going out to walk and we will see what I feel like when I get back.

First the socks, then the shoes, then the ipod and the hat . . .