and johnny cash on the radio.

After sleeping vertically for most of the week, I managed to get all horizontal last night. And this morning. And this afternoon. I’ve kipped more in the past 24 hours than I have in the past 2 weeks. Now I’m all Greenwich Mean and groggy and trying to finish the books by my bedside. I’ve made it through Joan Didion’s “The Year of Magical Thinking” again and I’ve rediscovered Kurt Vonnegut and am trying to finish “TimeQuake” before I keel over for the night. Tomorrow, I’d like to get into Elmore Leonard’s “Mr. Paradise”. But I probably wont.