For some time now, maybe about a year and a half, I've been having issues with insomnia. It is occasionally, and sometimes predictable. More and more often, it's becoming less predictable, and less controllable. Last night was one of those nights. Fortunately, I try to keep a good book handy, and this one is the one gracing my bedside table currently:
It's a continuation of "Friday Night Knitting Club" which a wonderful friend from my last job gave to me. I read it and really enjoyed the story. I know these books are old, but they are still well written. I also recently read this one:
Some women are romance novel junkies - I'm a murder mystery junkie. I find for summer reading, a light-hearted mystery works best for me. I truly don't care for all the gratuitous sex in romance novels as a general rule - if it doesn't help the plot, I'm not interested. But give me a good murder mystery, and I'll finish it up in a weekend easy peasy.
It appears we're all coming down with some sort of summertime cold; everyone is stuffy, coughing, sneezing, and the like. Mine and hubby's throat hurts, so we probably have it the worst. We'll see how the rest of the week goes.