  At lunch I began reading The Nice and The Good by Iris Murdoch. I think I'll find it very enjoyable, based upon the chapters I was able to read over my hour of sanctity. Back to fiction for me, I do like bios/autobios, but I like the escapism that a good piece of fiction can bring. &nbsp; I also like the escapism of sometimes thinking about old boyfriends. Excerpts from Jeff's last email of last week: &nbsp; "Is this weird to say...you had this sedative-like effect on me in VA from hanging out with you.&nbsp;Seriously though, I was driving yesterday to the beach, and it had felt good to just have been talking to you.
" &nbsp; "yeah talking about nothing was fun with you. Perhaps we'd be able to do it again someday soon. " &nbsp; "I remember sitting next to you in that creative writing class and having fun reading your stories and that was how we met. You made things a lot better there. " &nbsp; What's a nostalgic romantic girl to do??? (Other than stop pining, of course). 
