She won't admit it, but it seems that she is not sleeping too well these days. I know because of the books she has been reading lately. They are clearly designed to help one get to sleep. A month or so back, she was reading all of these books about the development of various mundane commercial products. Now don't get me wrong, I read a fair amount of books about industrial history and such, but she was reading a book about the guy who invented shortening, it was called "The Count of Monte Crisco" or something like that. When she got to the part about how he bubbled hydrogen through the animal fat to make it thick, she could not put the book down in spite of the fact that her eyes kept closing and her head bobbing back. She followed that with the story of the development of the Three Musketeers candy bar, and then some book about a crazy lady who tried to start an airline, called JaneAir. Sheesh! Since then, it has only gone downhill. She has broken out the atomic weapons of the insomniac book industry, the Jane Austin books. Yikes. Not only that, she is whipping through them in high speed serial fashion so that when they come on PBS Masterpiece Theatre starting tonight, she'll have read them before she sees them. I get drowsy just looking at the covers on those books, and slept for nearly three hours in the middle of the day last Tuesday, when I accidentally read the first paragraph of the "preface". As a matter of fact, I vaguely recall that they tried to force me to read JaneAir in ninth grade. I could not get through it, and after reading the Cliff notes, I did not wake up until sometime in the middle of my senior year. Imagine the power of watching hours of them on TV. Sort of makes you wonder how the cast of those movies stayed awake while reading the script and filming the show. Caffeine alone could not possibly do it, they used some sort of illegal drugs, no doubt.
So please go easy on my poor, tired wife if she seems a bit on edge. She just needs a few good nights sleep.
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