I Don't Need Anything. Except This Stack of Books to Sleep On.

I'm trying a new tactic to approach that air mattress of mine tonight.  It's been bondaged with clear moving tape.  Within hours of lying down, my hip bones are on the floor if I'm on my side.  Last night I had to add air a record three times.  All in all, a blue ribbon crapola night of sleep.  Between sleeping on a piece of flat vinyl on a hardwood floor and the kitten racing around while the older one clawed relentlessly on the arms of the only piece of sitting furniture in the house, which is next to my head when I sleep.  The volume of the claws go to eleven, incidentally.

Whether or not I am consciously choosing to really feel the time of year now, my very favorite time, there is just a universe expanding in my mind right now.  Ideas, projects, desires all begging for me to get down to the gas station and pluck up that winning quick pick.  The universe just filling my soul with ideas as if there were no Off button.  It's nearly autumn....for many people, me included, it's my new year.  This is my renewal.  

Incidentally, I also have on the Democratic National Convention.  I watched a part of the Republican one, it's only fair if you give your sister some too.  Julian Castro is speaking now.  How the hell do they get into office after 9th grade?  These dudes are looking younger and younger.  On top of going to the cardiologist tomorrow for a check up, I think I'm feeling closer to my age than I did before this guy took the stage.  

I can't read just one book at a time. It's so tough. I recently finished Room with a View.  Then decided to read my old and musty library book sale copy of Oh to be in England. That's my track book.  When I walk, I read.  Summer makes me want to read old romances.  Ew.  Not Harlequin or Fifty Shades (loose definition of romance) but Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, literature from another time.  Stuff where stealing a kiss is a monumental, scandalous act!  

But with Autumn dusting off her dresses, I have already created a stack to choose from.  Oh to be lucky to read them all during this season!  My love of loves....The Witching Hour, by Anne Rice.  How I want to read it again!  But I'd probably need to read it in Autumn on Saturn.  That one is a million pager.  Still, it made the stack.  As did Bram Stoker's Dracula.  Some works by Edgar Allen Poe.   More vampires, more witches and witchcraft....fiction and non. It all waits deliciously like Christmas!  

Well, I figure I'll be pretty manless (except for receiving my daily list of why I suck - thanks Flip) by email  for awhile so I may as well delve in and enjoy the other world that I love so much.  I might add that Flip mentions how he wishes I still loved him....but why?  I haven't seen a good word about me in so long.  Why would he want that? Or anyone?  So it's up to me to make sure that I'm not that person I am accused of being.  Although I'm pretty sure that I can't possibly be, I'm willing to give it a look to fine tune where needed.

So now.  Which book will be keeping me warm at night first?