I spent my first 15 minutes this morning trying to figure out what books it was I'd read, since there were three of them, and I could neither remember what they were about and where I'd put them. I mean, it's one thing to slip into dreams while reading, and another thing altogether to read books while dreaming, but this morning I was all disturbed because I couldn't figure out what had happened to the books that "I'd just got done reading"!
I finally convinced myself that I've been buried in one book for well over a week now, so there have been no other books which need to be filed, reviewed, etc. (although I do have two books awaiting review here), but it was a disconcerting way to start the morning.
Yeah, I know ... like anybody cares ... TMI.