Here is this week's random passage from the most current book by the side of my bed:
"I tried to remember if I had any meds in my bag. I might have something in my small bag. But I would have to get some strength in my limbs to get up and unzip the bag. I would have to find more strength to search the dark recesses for the green bottle. Just thinking about getting to my bag took the little strength I had to keep my eyes open.
I fell asleep again.
I woke sweat drenched. My sheet was wet. My eyes were crusted. I couldn't open them. I listened to the sounds of the hut. Father was not snoring. It didn't sound like he was around. The heat in the hut was oppressive. My throat ached. I needed to get to water. I thought of the creek behind Old Man Hattie's hut. "
Last week's random book passage:
"The Last Lecture" by Randy Pausch