Breathe and release

Ursula Le Guin's captured my reading attention quite a bit lately. The last one I've been reading is titled The Lathe of Heaven, and it ain't for the faint of heart. The jarringly spooky thing about it is her prescience regarding just about everything in the world: global warming, overpopulation, war in the Near East, all of which she hits dead on in this 1971 work. And the main character has this problem with his dreams all coming true, in one way or another. Plus it's kind of funny, in what might be an homage to Phillip Dick. I must find some more of her work, I am quite immersed.
Cold cold it grows; indoor exercises are a boon.