When grieving, we sometimes turn to certain types of food as comfort, whether they are healthy or not. I've done that somewhat, though with the power outages it hasn't been too convenient to do so. For the most part, my comfort food has been in the form of books. I've read voraciously in the past weeks. One might wonder how I can concentrate on such things as fiction when I have so much occupying my thoughts at the moment. It's been my way of coping, I think, to dive into things - in the past I've done that with certain kinds of music, but usually it's books. Even after 9/11, it took me till the end of the week, and I had my nose in a novel.
It's true we can't hide from our problems, but we can't spend all our waking hours on them either or we will go mad.
The new release from the convention (I don't say what it is in case someone hasn't gone to their convention yet) is good reading without being escapism. It's probably my most stabilizing book right now. Additionally I've been through a few novels this month, and let's not forget The Fourth Bear, which sadly I've almost finished. I'm tempted to read all of Jasper Fforde's books over again.
My other escape of choice is music, but it's rough going right now, being all over the place as I am. I should invest in an ipod I guess.
And time pushes on...