I have been staring at a blank Word document for about twenty minutes. Well, not for the entire twenty minutes. I’ve also been screwing around on my FitBit dashboard, and also on the RunDisney website. I guess it’s kind of obvious based on these two internet activities what has been occupying my free time lately, and it hasn’t been reading. I’ve been trying to push my fitness goals forward again, after spending most of 2015 being stable/stagnant. Jacob and I started Jillian Michaels’ Body Shred workout system in early March and we’ve been working through a progression of DVDs since then. While this system has been doing wonders for my triceps, it, combined with an exceptionally busy few months at work, has caused my sleep to suffer (though I have been insisting that sleep is for the weak to anyone who will listen, I don’t actually mean that), and it’s also cut down on my reading time. And I hate that so much. I wish I could read and do my Jillian Michaels DVDs at the same time, but that is a veritable impossibility. My point in writing this is basically to apologize for the lack of an actual post about, you know, books, tonight. And now, I’m going to go to bed so I can read for a few precious minutes before I pass out. My FitBit tells me I have absolutely no trouble falling asleep. But then, like most of the things my FitBit tells me, I already knew that.  More on my new life with a FitBit strapped to my arm another time when I don’t have anything bookish to talk about.