2. I don't cook any more. Like, at all. I used to, kind of. At least every once in a while, but I've completely lost interest. The only things I "made" this week were toast and oatmeal. I know it would be healthier and more frugal to cook rather than run around the corner for a slice of pizza, but I just can't seem to care. I think my February malaise is lingering in some areas.
3. Has anyone re-read Little Women lately? Like, really lately. Because I didn't feel like it had been that long since I read it, but, man alive, it's an odd book. I mean, that being said, I love it, and I always will, and I may have found some peace regarding Jo and Laurie, which is a relief after many, many years of consternation.
4. I get phrases stuck in my head. Rarely songs, but words or phrases. For years in college I had Emily Dickinson's line, "Because I could not stop for death - / He kindly stopped for me -" running constantly. Today I realized I had been silently repeating the phrase, "mutually assured destruction" again and again. Which is unnerving.
5. I started reading Sylvia Plath's biography, Method and Madness, and I think I might take a break. I'm about a third of the way in and starting to feel the bell jar descending.