We have several full-blown cases of the winter blahs raging through this house today. The Boy came down with what seems to be a pretty bad head cold yesterday, making him absolutely miserable. The Husband, halfway through his low-iodine diet for his thyroid cancer treatment, can’t eat anything with taste so he is quite cranky. The Girl hasn’t emerged from her room today for more than ten minutes, so it’s hard to gauge her mood.
As for me, I blame my mood on the weather. We’re expecting 3″-5″ of snow by this time tomorrow afternoon. We have a fine, steady snow falling as I write, and that 3″-5″ prediction is certainly better than our counterparts further east and in New England but it’s still a pain in the ass. I’m trying to focus on the fact that we’re all together, we’re safe, we have plenty to eat (even if one of us can’t eat much of it), we have heat and electricity … overall, we are fine and I’ve just got to get the hell over myself or start taking a multivitamin or something to snap me out of this winter funk. Maybe it is the remnants of getting over the flu and regaining my energy, I dunno.
So. January, for God sakes. Reading-wise, I can’t remember a more pathetic reading month in terms of quantity. I’ve had sluggish reading months before but I don’t remember one this bad. To date, I have read a total of one book. ONE! That would be Aimless Love, New and Selected Poems by Billy Collins, which I still have to review.
I’ve been unable to settle on an audiobook this month and have abandoned three of them: Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Thinking, Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman, and Goldengrove by Francine Prose. I’m going to try Half of a Yellow Sun in print at some point. Thinking, Fast and Slow was too academic and too dense, and Goldengrove was too depressing even for my tastes. It was also sluggish and just left me feeling bored. Now I’m trying The Rise and Fall of Great Powers by Tom Rachman; we’ll see how this goes.
I’m halfway through West of Sunset by Stewart O’Nan and still enjoying this. I can’t believe this is the first O’Nan I’ve read. I’m hoping to spend some quality time with this today, imagining myself sipping drinks poolside with F. Scott Fitzgerald, Humphrey Bogart and Dorothy Parker.
Now that’s a nice warm thought on this wintery Pittsburgh Sunday.