I'm dragging my feet a bit this last week or so. I can't find anything to read. I start something but lose interest after two pages. I have a bunch of reviews to write up of some really excellent books I finished late December/over New Year's, but I can't seem to string my thoughts together very coherently at all. I'm preoccupied with work matters.
And my throat hurts. And I'm tired. And...what's that you say? Stop whining? Oh, alright. I have a long weekend coming up so perhaps with some R&R&R I'll feel better. That's rest, relaxation AND reading, which I will hopefully be ready to dive into once more.