Ready to Move On. . .

This morning, I was going over in my head what I have to do today. Work, errands, set up the pet steps in my bedroom before we leave for FL, and continue with Week #4 of In Cold Blood. I sighed at that thought. I'm sick of it. I'm tired of thinking about this book and I'm ready to move on. I'm sick of talking about it and analyzing it. And then it hit me. If I'm sick of it, imagine how Alvin Dewey must have felt investigating every angle of it for four years. Imagine how the townspeople must have felt living with the uncertainty of the murders and the knowledge that the killers had not been caught. Imagine how Capote must have felt by the time of the hanging. It was a new angle for me. The novel doesn't do justice to the fact that it took years to solve this case and bring justice to the people. Just a thought. . . . .