Oh my god, it’s taking…

Oh my god, it's taking me a long time to read this James Baldwin collection. I'm still not even halfway through. I'm afraid I'm going to have to start skimming the shorter pieces; I really do intend to be done with both this book and the last novel tomorrow, and that means that I'm going to have to be a bit brutal. It's too bad -- he's a beautiful essayist. And it's fascinating watching the progression of his thoughts over time. But I think skimming will probably suffice for my current needs, at least on all the book and film reviews. Maybe someday I'll have the time to go back and read the book properly.

Kev's still sick, with a fluctuating fever. He's been extremely quiet -- whereas I complain and want cosseting when I'm ill, he just goes silent and sleepy. I kept offering to get him food or drink or medicine today, and he just kept saying no. He finally let me make him a mug of honey-ginseng tea at the end of the day, but when I asked him if it was actually helping his throat any, he admitted that it wasn't. Heh. I shouldn't have asked -- then I could have maintained the illusion that I had done something useful...

Tomorrow, I go to the gym early, come back and shower, then take my books and go to Borders for the day. Tuesdays, Kevin gets the apartment to himself. This of course is dependent on his not actually becoming sicker overnight (and my not getting sick either). Fingers crossed.