I won’t say a word about the heat.
We’re all feeling it in this part of the world.
It’s not news anymore..
Nor is Murdoch and his secrets and lies.
But for me, it’s not even Norway, right now. I cannot imagine how Norway is feeling. I cannot fathom the shock the Norwegians are experiencing.
Looking forward to some relief, perhaps…
For me, right now, it’s just another level of personal struggle (or resilience-building, depending on how you want to look at it) that will begin to resolve itself this week, I hope.
I’m getting a bit sick of the struggling, so in the meantime, I thought I’d check in and let you know that I’m still alive. At the moment. 🙂
I want to take a nap but there are so many things to do. So many books to read. My latest passion is my Kindle. A gift. The perfect gift for me. I live in relative silence because of my hearing loss, so reading is what I do 90% of the time.
A friend, rather sweetly, suggested that I read everything. I wish…
With my new Kindle, however, I can read so much. Almost everything.
Cocaine? Not for me. But addiction…
Today, I’m going to start reading An Anatomy of Addiction, Sigmund Freud, William Halsted and The Miracle Drug Cocaine by Howard Markel, who has all the credentials to write this book, the cover review in today’s New York Times Book Review Section.
Not that I am particularly interested in cocaine, which I am not. I get high quite nicely all by myself, much to the chagrin of more people than you can imagine.
Actually, of late, I’ve grown extremely interested in the phenomenon of “addiction” and for as long as I can imagine, Sigmund Freud has been a source of utter fascination to me, though I have read relatively little by him. This book review caught my eye because it was penned by Sherwin Nuland, MD.
Go onto TED.com and you’ll find Sherwin Nuland. Then, just watch in awe and listen intently. You’ll see and hear why I am so interested in cracking open this new book which is nicely nestled in my little Kindle.
Beckoning to me.
So, why am I interested in addiction?
I suspect because I have a few and I’m learning more about them all the time.
Right now, I’m not ready to write about mine, but I can assure you, cocaine is not one of them.
So, that’s where I am right now on this blistering hot and humid Sunday afternoon.
I trust you are out and about and withstanding some lovely “cool” activity. My gym was blissful ~ freezing, actually ~ but I did a great workout. Lovely and long and hard and sweaty. Then, sadly, I had to leave.
So here I am again, with my Dandies and my dandy husband. Twittering a bit and now ready to tuck into this new eeeeeee-book on my trusty little Kindle, and a few others, and the Sunday papers. And all the glories that await my eyes, which, I’m happy to report, work beautifully, even though my ears do not.
Have a peaceful Sunday.