Books! My other delusions.

I just finished "On the Beach" by Neville Shute. It was fantastic, though in my personal opinion Mary, one of the characters, was quite aggravating.
But besides he, I absolutely loved it. The topic was intriguing, the plot well developed, the ending inevitable and heartbreaking simultaneously. Overall, I'd say it was beautifully written and that it would do some well to read it.

After finding a dead squirrel on the road on the way back from a cheerful little jaunt to the village today, my delusion was that I'd found it when it was still alive and been able to get him fixed up and healthy again. The overly fanciful part of me continued it from there, decorating the story by making the healthy little squirrel live in my yard and come to visit me at my window after I gave him stitches. The part of me that is relatively rational but still functions within my little daydreams,though, was quite content to have the squirrel in good health.
In reality, the best I could do was to move him off of the road so that the damage that happened to the body was only that of nature.

I was thinking earlier that perhaps I should keep Post-Its an a pen with me at all times so that I can leave notes for people with positive feedback on the maintenance of their homes, the kindness of their employees, etc. I would not sign them and not tell anyone in "real" life about it; it would just be my way of anonymously trying to brighten people's days.