I found a copy of Ovid's 'Metamorphoses', lying next to Rudyard Kipling's 'Jungle Jim'. Irony.
To be honest, my mind struggles to wrap itself around Ovid's writing. At the end of a long week, on a Friday night when I can sneak 20 minutes at the bookstore, this is the last book I would want to read. But, there I was - took me a whole ten minutes just to get through the first page.
The challenge with juggling multiple professions is multiple deadlines on concurrent Fridays. Exhausted. I need to be in bed two hours ago.
