Like with writing, I’d let reading slip past me recently. This year, I’ve not read a lot. Until recently. I had a couple days off, and spent one of them between bed and couch, either sleeping or reading.
But books are still one of the great joys of my life. I like the thoughts that people have. I think about “thinking” a lot. Semantics and logic. I often thought I’d study logic in a Philosphy Ph.D. program somewhere, but never did. And now, the thought of going back to university is, if not furthest from my mind, way, way out there.
But, I still enjoy reading. Novels, mostly, but some nonfiction. I read the Chernow book on Hamilton last year. Currently reading Anthony Bourdain’s The Nasty Bits.
And, like time for anything else, making it is significantly more effective than finding it.
Michael's Musings 