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02/05/2004: "B"

I'm having a hard time on "B". I have the feeling the problem isn't with the book I'm plodding through,The House in Paris, by Elizabeth Bowen; the problem, I think, is with me. The book is slow -paced but the prose and observations are crystalline, but I am reading it more out of self-imposed duty than any real enthusiasm. Maybe I'm not into reading right now at all; I have been over-committed a lot this year, and now I am drifting into late-winter grays. I'm restless, easily distracted, full of indifference, losing traction. All I want is a firm foundation to push against; all I've got, for now, is ice.