I've been continuing to listen to Umberto Eco's The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana, but I'm actually considering just moving on to something else, because I don't find myself excited to return to it each day. The book feels rather like a publishing catalogue interspersed with some senile philosophical musings. Most of the book consists of summaries of *other* books, lists of authors' names, descriptions of old book illustrations, etc. There's a bit of plot happening, but not much, and not much characterization, either. At first I found all the book stuff entertaining, but after a few hours of it, I feel like asking, "Where's the beef?" Usually, when I put a book down and go do something else, I find myself wondering, "What are those characters doing now? What happens next?" but with this book I don't. It's kinda like taking a warm bath: it's pleasant, but it doesn't really engage your brain. I rather like having my brain engaged, so perhaps I will move on to a mystery or something.
Today is a shopping day. This afternoon (while Shannon was gaming), I walked up to Trader Joe's and bought cat food (and other random stuff: mac-n-cheese, lemonade, salad mix, blueberries, etc.), and when Shannon gets home (which should happen soon) we will be going to the grocery store on our predominant weekly shopping trip. I like grocery shopping, so today is a cool day.
Tomorrow, if I'm not sick, Shannon and I plan to bike up to El Cerrito to buy us both some new sneakers. I'm crossing my fingers. I haven't felt sick yet today, so that gives me hope!
