Ode to Yearly book goals....

Goodreads reminded me that I am at 22 of my 25 book goal for the year...

This really frazzil's my checklist mentality.

Tez and I are attempting to watch less tv and this is very much helping me right now...except for when pertaining to having to finish this short little book about theology. Reading Lewis' brilliant thoughts before bed can prove to be quite redundant. Literally... I am at the bottom of the page and I can't remember why said character is saying what he is saying and then I realize I was kind of dozing and then the struggle is not even UNDERSTANDING the book, just keeping my eyes open.

I begin to regret not choosing the one about wardrobes and childhood....

I have headed to bed at 9:3O for the past two days, early... one would say....
I get the big pillow and prop it against my sleeping pillow to make the ideal reading position.
I turn on the lamp on my nightstand...
Toby the chuihuaba dives under the blanket and wraps himself in a ball beside me...
I confidently open the book to the page I was last on....

I realize that while I am on that page I probably checked out two pages before that and need to reread the previous two in order to understand what's going on at this point. I flip some pages back....
by the time I get to where my bookmark previously was Tez finds me sleeping soundly,

He turns out the lamp, places the book on my nightstand....
and, the next morning, proceeds to make fun of how I fell asleep at 9:40 last night...