This, is a super disappointing prompt, a conversation killer. When a question’s answer is one-worded, you’re given an answer and then there is nowhere else to go. I thought about different ways to keep this going, flow it into a more detailed post about college, but it feels kind of empty. I really enjoyed parts of college, but there were also some really difficult times. It’s a real mixed bag, (just like life in general,) when people are figuring out who they are going to be as adults and how to be independent. Oh, and how will they fund said adulthood, since studying what interests you and making an income are usually two very different things.

So I’m going to go off-rails, and write about something else entirely. Oh, I suppose I should answer the question: I attended Fordham University.

I had a terrible time sleeping last night. It felt like it took awhile for me to fall asleep, and then I woke up not too much later, thirsty, sweaty and needing to pee. This has become a more frequent combination of circumstances lately, which is pretty aggravating. It’s probably perimenopause, but who can say for sure? After spending the past several months focused on my thyroid, with some other annual medical visits sprinkled in, I’m not keen to dig up another doctor to consult about this. It also isn’t too bad, because I do have work-arounds, I just have to pay attention to where I am in my cycle so that I can take the melatonin early enough that it helps and I have the chance to get a full night’s sleep.

So, caught unawares last night, I tossed and turned for an hour, then gave up and got out of bed, ate some cereal and then went to peruse book lists. I don’t remember if I subscribed to a hashtag or said yes to a prompt, but whenever I open a browser page on my phone, recommended articles will carousel under the search box. They are 90% of the time book lists. I mentioned previously how my ultimate fantasy is to lay about reading all day, but in actuality I have too much energy and too many things to do to sit still for very long. I get fidgety reading on the train for an hour, (alas, unexpected downside of not going out to work so much these days, my buit-in reading-while-commuting time has evaporated.) Sitting at home for an hour, ignoring all the chores, little fix-it things and projects I could be doing? Impossible. Hence, scrolling through booklists.

I have a LOT of sub-lists under my “Want to Read” on Goodreads, because I am easily enchanted by the ideas of books, the possibilities of stories. I peruse book lists and add to my ever-growing collection. I have two large Ikea Kallax bookcases, each square filled with double rows of books. There are books in stacks on the floors, on the side tables in the dining room and in shelves in my room. The back rows tend to be things I’ve read and loved, the front rows make up my TBR. And yet…I still look for more books! But it’s ok, because this is the ultimate goal:

I’m gonna need a lot more books.

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