I’ve been trying to read more, trying hard to get back to the “old-fashioned” reading where you actually read words on a page. Well, not fully old-school, I’m using a Kindle Paperwhite, but it sure “seems” like I’m reading off of a printed page… it is nice. I threw a few hundred books from my collection onto my Kindle and I’m reading a bit whenever I get a chance. I might play some of them as audiobooks in the background while I have the printed book open on my Kindle just to try to transition a little more comfortably. Right now I’m finding it a little difficult to stay focused, usually having it very quiet when I’m reading. Or I might try putting some good music on in the background while I read. Like maybe a playlist based on the book I’m reading. Spotify users often create some really appropriate playlists, like the ones for Ready Player One.

Speaking of books, I just read this posting by Wil Wheaton. He’s trying to work on a book he’s writing, but he’s been suffering from depression for the past few months. He’s seeing a therapist, and it sounds like it’s helping, but this sure was enlightening. Everyone (or is it just me?) thinks celebrities must have these elaborate, perfect lives, where everything is catered to them and they are so happy and “living the life” all them time. Well, Wil is always very honest, as you’ll read, no different than anyone else, just trying to get by. I’m a huge fan of his, and hope everything works out ok. I’ll be one of the first ones to buy a copy of his new book, whenever it comes out.

Shadow actually fetched a ball and brought it back two times yesterday! This is a first for either of them. They love to chase balls when I throw them, but this is the first time he ever brought it back to me. He was praised and rewarded, of course. Progress! I also walked them around the perimeter of the backyard, one at a time, yesterday. They did ok. Shadow did a bit better than Tiger, sniffing things and looking around, like a puppy should. Tiger is still skittish, not knowing what to do or where to walk with leash on, still wrapping himself around my legs, looking up at me, trying to jump up my legs instead of walking. He’ll come along.