I think there are a many good days when the world can benefit from a good book, or something stimulating to read. I don’t think my blog is one of them, but I know my wife enjoys to read my posts.
It’s a mix of emotions. Reading takes concentration, and sometimes that concentration isn’t something that you want to give. But you plough through it, and try to make the best of the situation. It’s tiring some days, like today for me. I really want to finish the book that I have on hand “Something Nasty in the Woodshed”. It sounds like a ridiculous title, but that’s the very reason why I want to read it in the first place. I want to give my focus and concentration to read it, but I don’t think I’m getting that strength out of myself.
There’s the feeling of wanting to know the story, and wanting to come to the end of it. But when you do, sometimes it’s not a nice ending. Sometimes the ending just makes you wish that there was something else to it. One of the feelings is that of an incomplete ending, where there are questions unanswered. The other lacking feeling is one where the story ends, but there’s more to the story that should continue on. Two different emotions to that same end of a read.
Maybe later I might get a bit more mental strength to plough through and read the rest of the book. I’ve got about another 30-40 pages to go through, which I would normally be able to fly through quickly. But I’m really having quite a bit of fun reading through the details of the book, catching specific nitty gritty bits that are descriptive and really enjoyable.
Or I might just take a nap and read tomorrow instead.