GOATS

Nothing much was achieved today. Reading my book I came to this sentence, "the goats bleat noisily from the pen" and it took me several seconds before the word "pen" registered correctly in my brain. I'm not really enjoying this book, in fact I am thinking of giving up and reading the end just to find out who did it. But I didn't think it was so bad that it had addled my brain. I worry about it sometimes a lot, my brain.