A teensy bit of reading.

Last night at a Great Big Sea concert I managed 50 more pages of Anna Karenina. It’ll get finished someday. I love the book, but I’ve just totally lost focus now.

Today I saw Mirrors and went to dinner with a friend, and I ran for the first time since the breakup. For a long time, I was sobbing every day, so much so that I had horrible headaches and couldn’t run. Today I ran better than expected.

I started this cross-stitching thing when I was 18. When I broke up with Billy, I cried morning till night every day for two weeks. I finally took up cross-stiching because it required that I focus my eyes, and the repetitive movement was soothing. When my eyes are focused, I can’t be crying. It clears my head for some reason. I’m counting and sorting instead of thinking.

So I’ve been doing that instead of my usual reading. But it’s worked so far.