Lazy Germophobe

Remember blogging? Me neither. I’m going to ease back into it by sharing a list of all the memoirs I’ve ever read. I’m just not ready to get into coronavirus and quarantine, anxiety and fear. These days, many people are spending quality time with books. I read nonfiction almost exclusively, and memoirs are my favorite sub-genre. I like reading people’s real experiences, especially regular folks who lived through some extraordinary event. I am currently reading Out of the Silence: After the Crash , a book about the Andes plane crash in 1972 that I only vaguely knew about. (I’m also listening to books by Jen Hatmaker and Barbara Brown Taylor .) A fuzzy line separates some nonfiction books from the memoir category. Some authors illustrate their arguments and essays so heavily with personal anecdotes that after reading two or three of their books, you feel like their next-door neighbor; but any single title of theirs would not count as a memoir. Another blurry category is those “I ...

It seems like I have more low-energy days than most people. I had one today. I had wicked brain fog until noon, and when it lifted, I still couldn’t muster the energy to do anything. I didn’t want to speak. I didn’t want to leave the house. I couldn’t think. My mind was blank. What IS this? I’m not depressed, but I do have anxiety—is this a symptom of anxiety? Is it peri-menopausal? Is it due to stress? Is my immune system fighting something off, so my body is conserving energy? Do we all have energy cycles, but mine have lower lows? Am I more sensitive to it? I am sensitive to a lot that goes on in my body. I googled “low-energy days” and got a ton of hits, so I guess I’m not alone, but I still feel like I have them with a greater frequency than is normal. At least this time I recognized that this was how my day was going, so I sat down on the recliner with a cozy blanket and read for much of the day. First I finished the book A Sick Life: TLC 'n Me: Stories from On ...