Strange Days

I must admit to being very lax about blogging these days as I have found three books that I have been reading from cover to cover. It's been awhile that anything has sustained my interest to keep me away from my precious computer. The first book I finished was called Glass, it's a series of books by an author who's own daughter had a horrid struggle with methamphetamine. She also wrote another book called Crank and than there are two others, the one I am reading is about 3 different people in a mental institution, two from addiction, one is a cutter. They are the most realistic books I have read in awhile. The other one I am reading now is from my friend Lou and it is called Cost. I had forgotten the pleasure of being curled up with a nice blanket and a good book. Reading has actually been helping me quite a bit with the blues of life. When I gaze in the mirror I see a 42 year old woman, now a widow, with a teenage son and a mother who is in the beginning stages of dementia. Thank God for the dog. Animals are the best healers at times. So here is to warm fuzzy blankets, good books and warm fuzzy dogs.