An old love is even better than you remembered after several years of rest.

 I watched an old favourite movie of mine tonight.  Mystery Men.  I used to be practically obsessed with that one, but I have largely ignored it over the past 5 years or so.  It was even better than I remembered!

I think I have just about settled on a background for this site.  I tend to change my mind numerous times before I settle on something.  Originally the background was a 17th century style map  in a burgundy brown. Classy, but almost too stiff for me.  The bookshelves are nice, they match the skin on my Kindle. A wall full of tomes has always been my main security blanket.  I'm sure there's some deep-seated psychological reason for that.  I wish I could find a nice argyle or Burberry plaid background, that would be perfect.

  Speaking of Kindles, have I yet mentioned how much I love mine? I got it for Christmas, and was skeptical at first.  It doesn't feel like a book, it doesn't smell like a book, and there are no pages to turn. However, for someone like me who has a bad habit of reading several books at a time, and a worse habit of dragging a bagful of books everywhere she goes, being able to keep a whole library's worth on a little flat thing is a boon. Also, if one likes to annotate, you can underline and type notes on the screen without worrying about having a pencil nearby.  I still like my wall of tomes, but I also like my Kindle. Hmm, it really needs a name rather than just  "the Kindle" or "My Kindle".

   I was interested this evening in a concept I came upon in my current read Planet Narnia: The Seven Heavens in the Imagination of C.S. Lewis.  Lewis posited in his work Miracles that humans are continually unaware of the supernatural, it's a chronic problem we have. I'm doing a bad job of relating his ideas (as usual) but the idea is that humans are unaware of the supernatural because it is with us all the time, it is like a window, our mother tongue, or breathing.  We don't notice a window when we are looking outside, or our breathing, or speaking our mother tongue, it just naturally happens.  As I said, I'm doing a bad job of relating the concept.  I will elaborate further after I have sorted it in my mind.

  After a couple of rotten weeks at work, yesterday and today ended on a high note. I am happy.