If I were a productive person, I'd be in my textbooks and using this break to thoroughly read my lessons, something that I have not done for the last couple classes. Another casualty of covid, I suppose, since very suddenly I was homeschooling again.
That class took the Tuesday between the holidays off, and I'm glad we did. I need a break. I'm at a very dry place. By the time that I'm done with this theology course, I may be an atheist.
In any case, we have our break, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I vowed to myself to use this time to really get back into the swing of things.
For the past few nights, I've been tucking myself into bed with 'The God of Small Things'. I love this book, the way that the focus is on one very small period of time, interspersed with glimpses back and glimpses forward, but continually pulling us back to a point in time that seems to be pivotal for every character in the book.
Like a Salman Rushdie book, the unfamiliar names initially slowed me down a lot. When I read books like this, I have to actually write the names down with a diagram of how they are related to Rahel and Estha, the focal characters, but once I got them straight in my head, the story flows beautifully, back and forth, present, future, past.
A quiet space in these crazy times. Yesterday, our little newspaper had two pages of obituaries. In a county of 39,100, our covid cases have more than quadrupled this month.
There is something very luxurious about laying in bed with a good book and reading myself to sleep every night. I read until I am drowsy, set the book on the nightstand, and then click off the reading lamp.