Making a suggestion for reading every day is changing from a fun task into a frightening job. I want to read so many books and I’m gradually slowing down more and more. But what’s even scarier, I’m finding myself staring at the latest episode of Mr. Robot with no desire or apparent ability to raise my arms or alter my focus.
Back in the days of my more youthful reading, especially those highly esteemed and musty old tomes, I would treat my lack of enthusiasm by reading a few titles of popular fiction such as mystery novels or even some hopefully quality science fiction. The key is to limit the number of books of this sort because poplar fiction generates tedium and dulls the brain much faster than more classical reading. But like sugary desserts, the first few bites are exquisite even though in short order the whole thing caramelizes your tongue and makes your teeth hurt.
Suggested Reading: What does that mean to me?
This month I have gone back through the suggested reading list of the first half of the year and selected twenty titles I should read to take my own suggests. I did this last year and it was quite successful; this year I’m not as optimistic.
Big announcement: I am progressing in my Physical Therapy and can now use my cane for added stability (leaving the walker behind) and have even negotiated the stairs I need to go up to the big kitchen and have real meals with the family.