Another snowstorm blew in yesterday, totally unexpected and under-forecasted, dumping five more inches of snow onto the huge mounds left in the wake of Wednesday’s storm. The paths I’ve shoveled for the dogs are now tunnels, and they can barely see over the top. It’s been many years since I’ve seen this much snow in my yard. I’m feeling trapped, shrouded, buried and all those other words that ignite my claustrophobia.
I’m even having a hard time reading – I feel restless, edgy, irritable. My mind wanders, and I have to go back and re-read passages because the meaning has completely eluded me. As much as I love Maisie Dobbs, trying to focus on Pardonable Lies was a losing battle yesterday, so I gave up and watched a few episodes of The Tudors, thankful once again for the marvel of modern technology in general, and Instant Netflix in particular.
Books have always been a mainstay for me, and I know I’m in trouble when I can’t enjoy reading. It’s a rare and extreme occasion when I’m too sick to read, too sad to read, too worried to read. Being too restless to read is something new, and I think it’s another symptom of SAD (seasonal affective disorder), which has simply clobbered me this winter.
Instead of reading, I’ve been pottering around in my reading room. I cleared a shelf for my Reading About Writing library, and now have a spot to keep those books close at hand. I also created a Facebook page for Bookstack, and I’m finding it much more satisfying than my Twitter account in terms of posting links and having a conversation with people about reading, writing, and all things bookish. If you’re a Facebook user, stop by.
Reading plans for the week ahead? Finish Pardonable Lies for the readalong at Book Club Girl. I’ll probably jump right into the next book in the series, because I’m Mad About Maisie. I have Julia Cameron’s The Creative Life, and Pat Conroy’s My Reading Life sitting beside me, and will choose one of those as well. Any recommendations as to which one first?
Alas, this feeling of restlessness is awfully disconcerting. My heart feels jumpy (which is probably because of that second pot of coffee I made a few minutes ago), and my head aches. How to relax? Yoga? Meditation? Playing music?
All worthy efforts. I’ll be giving them each a try before the day is out.
Now tell me, does the weather affect your reading life, for good or ill? How do you relax when you’re restless?