Once more I have a problem.
This time though I know all the solutions though in fact there is only one – time.
Last night I finished my library book. I get out two books at a time and they usually last me the tree allotted weeks as I only read to put myself to sleep and generally don’t get very far until I drop off. Even then I usually have to re-read the chapter before the bookmark as I have forgotten the story line.
Usually I am fairly mentally alert when going to bed, so a read focuses my mind until I doze off. Last night though I finished the book and was still alert. So I read the author’s biography and then the acknowledgements but was still alert. I switched off the light an then tossed and turned for an hour or two. It wasn’t funny.
We have a small library in the village. Not only is it an extremely good library [for its size] but the girl who runs it is very friendly and always gives me [and Penny] a cheerful greeting. Some time ago she asked about my reading preferences. I told her I read what might be termed the bottom end of the scale as its sole function was to put me to sleep.
She asked about the more intellectual stuff, but I told her I would prefer to write that myself. She gave me a funny look so I laid my cards on the table and told her to look me up on her computer. She pointed out that my details were already on the screen because I was a member. So I told her she was in the wrong place and to look up authors. She did, and up popped my name. She was really impressed [and immediately forgave my preferences for trash novels]. Fortunately all the copies of my book were up in Donegal for some reason – as far as possible from the bulk of Irish readers – so it’s unlikely she’ll ever read it. Never mind though. It had given me the kudos for a bit of special attention.
Sadly though the library only opens a few days a week and today isn’t one of them. So no new books. I have re-read just about every book that I own until I know most of them by heart so I’m stuck for tonight. I don’t know what I’m going to do about it. Maybe I could bring a load of groceries to bed so I can read the labels?
I have a feeling it’s going to be another long night.