The Curious Case of the Dog in the Night-Time

So, I spent the past couple of months reading this book.

It was so well written that I feel like I've been autistic part-time for the last few months. The problem with great writing like this, is that I start to over-relate. I start to see characteristics in myself that might indicate I am autistic. I count when I'm angry; I count to concentrate; and I can see numbers in front of me sometimes to do math. (But isn't that because someone taught us to count to calm down, somewhere in life? --good point Ben.)

Well, slightly more chipper was the war novel Ben handed me. Buzzed through that too. I was glad when the guy finally died, *spoiler*, as I found it kind of a relief from all of his inner turmoil. He so stubbornly refused to forgive himself, I was ready to let him go.

After hearing that the Perrymans moved to Sri Lanka (somewhere I've always had a hankering to go), I really want to learn more about it. Time to brush up on my travel books.

Nina-bina is going to India with Amira this Winter. I'm so excited for her. (And meditatively contemplating how to get us in on part of this action.)

Now the music divides us into tribes

You grew your hair so I grew mine

You said the past won’t rest

Until we jump the fence and leave it behind

In the suburbs I, I learned to drive

And you told me we would never survive,

So grab your mother’s keys we leave tonight

Nina is sitting next to the blasting air conditioning vent curled up cat-like in a down feather blanket reading. Reminds me when she was about 5-yrs-old.