I woke up this morning absolutely tired. Even after seven and half hours of sound slumber, I could barely open my eyes this morning. This isn’t laziness talking either, because I closed my eyes and slept for another two hours. The radiant sun shining through the shades wasn’t enough to break me out of it.
It’s another stressful work-week, I guess. Too bad it’s only Thursday. At least I get to work from home today, which is immensely less strenuous than physically going to campus. The art college is christening a new building soon, so us grunts on ground are busy with the move. Sitting at home working in front of a lovely windows is so much better than lifting heavy computer equipment into boxes.
At least it’s good exercise. Lots of squats and lifts. Hashtag gains.
I recently rediscovered how fun it is to read fiction. I generally skew on the non-fiction side in the books I read because I want to learn about new things. In my opinion, fiction is for entertainment, a good story. Though for sure you can study the prose of great authors as well. Nevertheless, sometimes you need a break from non-fiction (I challenge anyone to read all three volumes of The Gulag Archipelago consecutively), so I make sure slot in a few fiction titles in between.
A novel with a great story can be very intoxicating. I usually read for about an hour every day, but I can’t seem to put Kevin Kwan’s latest novel - Sex and Vanity - down. So eager to find out what happens next that I just keep reading until it’s really time to stop, like needing to go to bed. The joy of reading isn’t just from learning something new, but also in embracing a wonderfully told story.
Being reminded of this, from now on I shall endeavor to read more fiction.
Dynamic range.