I am well into the book Eleni, mentioned in my last post, and the story has seeped into my bones. And my brain. I had a nightmare that I can't shake, related to what I am reading. I turned on the light, read a bit from another book, tried to sleep again, but the quiet overtook me in not a good way. Finally I got up and here I am checking email, playing solitaire, thinking about yet another book.
That's what I'll do. I will find a junk novel, a mystery, something.