It is only a matter of hours before I reach our army. I can see them fighting in the distance, struggling under the assault of an army an order of magnitude larger than our own. Or at least it looks like it.

I'm so close that I can almost reach out and touch them, but I'm still stuck here sitting around and doing nothing. Luckily I got a book I could borrow, so I'm not completely bored, but still. There is nothing productive I can do with my time.

The story I read was ok, just ok. The conversations felt stilted and forced, the plot had more holes than a net, and the bad guys were completely one dimensional. But the characters were somewhat compelling. I actually cared about their struggles, despite the story's other failings. I can't say I cried when characters died, but I wasn't completely unmoved.I didn't shout for joy with their triumphs, but I still shared in their victories.

Overall it was a pleasant distraction. I kind of wish I had the time to read more often.

I wonder if this will be the last book I ever read in this life. Possibly.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.