I finally finished Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. It feels like it took forever, not that I didn't enjoy it. I just don't remember the last time a book took me a few months to read. Oh, yes, it was Gone with the Wind, but I was in sixth grade and the book is about a thousand pages long. There's something very peaceful about reading. You never feel like you're wasting time, but you're not rushing around in the hectic world outside. You can make the world of the book go any pace you want, you can repeat sections. The next book on the list is Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Hopefully, I can finish this one before the movie come out.
I feel I haven't really said anything worth listening to recently and I'm sorry. I guess that's the price I pay for happiness.


I think things are going to be all right with The Boy. I got that feeling to go away.