lost in a good book

I am awake and jazzed about finishing the new book that I started yesterday. I love a good book. One that makes me think about it and its treasures and makes me reflect on my own life outside the book. One of Doug's colleagues stopped by today, just to say hi and to catch up. Under his leather Harley jacket he was wearing a shirt with a logo on it, across the logo it said "lost in a good book". I wanted a shirt like that. I love being lost in a good book. We had a great chat and he extended his heart in friendship to my poor misfit of a spouse. The two of them are very similar though only a practiced eye would ever notice. They are both the victims and captives of well intentioned but woefully inadequate parenting when their characters were being formed.Trying to rectify the sins of their parents and their own perceived sins by being good parents providing guidance to their college student charges. Teaching their pseudo children the intricacies of the most vital of skills, human communication. Both with their own demons, one boisterous, one studious, in the end brothers of the same caste.
Back to books, I find myself in the unenviable position of having finished my great book at 1:20AM, so happy that I got to the end of the book while some what disheartened because it is over. I am also wide awake though my eyes are burning, they may be close to bleeding from the abuse of using them so intently today and tonight. I don't really want to start a new book to help me fall asleep as that would be unfair to the memory of the book that I just put down and I don't want to risk getting caught up in another book that makes me read it until dawn. So I have taken my sleep aid for the first time in a long while and am hoping that it works soon. Hope that everyone had a good day after Christmas, I myself spent it with a somewhat cranky guy with droopy eyelids,weak legs and occasional bursts of good humor. We did have a minuscule interchange about what he might chose to do if the results of his PET scan are less than hopeful. Continuing the diet, supplements and investigating the claims about hemp oil were as far as we got in that talk. I imagine that we will make the decisions that we must when we have more information. It is what it is. "The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it." A quote from the first book that my grandfather ever gave me-Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, I still have it. The quatrain haunted me then and it describes the situation that we are living in now. It was written around 900 years ago, still fits.