Seems to me that my mind has turned to mush. Told Gary last night that my ability to express myself in words has gone to the dogs as well. When I write something, especially reviews lately, what I see when I read over my work is this:
I like this book. It is good. You should read this book. It makes me happy. (all said in a strong, halting and illiterate-sounding Southern accent)
Maybe I'm weary. That's it. I'm just plain tired. Truly, that's likely my main malfunction. I'm in bed now, taking a few minutes before starting dinner. Got schoolwork done this morning, along with about 5 loads of clothes that the kids hung out. Had a bite to eat then took 2 boys with me to run errands. What began as only buying dinner for tonight expanded into getting Mom's shopping done which we dropped by her house, a Target run for coffee on sale plus dog food, dropping off library books, and a stop at Walgreens for a couple of items.
Guess once I read over that list, I can account for the weariness more clearly. Huh.
One the bright side, Gary and I are going to have a movie night with Robert Duvall's newest called 'Get Low'. I think Duvall's a hottie, even with him old enough to be my father. Still that charm comes through. Oh, and read that he's an accomplished tango dancer. That information doesn't hurt a bit!
