True. And running around. And keeping busy, and looking for my writing groups, and meeting people. And I'm glad of it and I think it has been tremendously important (I've been writing about the misery-to-happiness turnaround in the fall but there was another turning point in January when I went looking for new anchors and connections for the new year) and yet yes, there is certainly also a way in which I am running around so much I can't sit still. Except, of course, to play Scrabble and Boggle online (and starting yesterday, Pathwords with my relatives).
Then there's the computer as a thing. We've been talking about this in the family. See: Terry Real and misery stabilizers (previous post). I think it's a fascinating topic and I was going to post about it all by itself but it's obviously creeping into the other posts. Anyway, the computer in one way is of course just a tool and so one can use it in so many plain ways, but in fact it steals our times and minds we are finding. And about three weeks ago I planned to go computerless between 8 p.m. and 8 a.m. every day (it's 5:51 a.m. right now so you see I am not managing entirely). And I guess what I'm saying is it's hard to decide at any given time if I really need to not be on the computer, but I think I'm going to try to go for it again, and then I want to read some books again.
So, that brings us to the bookshelf. Next post, or the one after that.