Longing...

A book is good company. It is full of conversation without loquacity. It comes to your longing with full instruction, but pursues you never. ~Henry Ward Beecher

I find myself longing for things. This always escalates when I'm tired. Coping skills go right out the window. I'm also plenty ticked off about the tiredness. However, in an effort to trick my brain into thinking about something else I'm going to talk about stuff I'm longing, pining, and yearning for. Yes, I know it's lame but this is what you get when I'm fried to a crackly crunch.

I long to browse. To have that serendipitous feeling of sitting in an aisle on the floor in a book store and leaf and read through bits of books. Lots of different books. Sounds divine.

I am pining for a good book to read. Of course at this point any book I'm going to read has to leap off the shelves, or out of the tubs as it were, into my hands and beg to be read. While I believe that strange things do happen, I'm not expecting this one any time too soon.

I yearn to have empty hours ahead of me to fill with reading. To read a whole book in a single sitting. Sublime.

Sure to some degree my destiny and time are my own to manage, but when you love people things change. So, for a little bit longer I will have to continue to long, pine and yearn for things.

Is it crazy that thinking about these things I love so much makes it easier to do something for someone I love? That's not such a bad thing is it?