Today I got my kids out the door at 6 am, checked my email and saw a book on my desk that I really need to return to a friend. I put it in my bag so I would make sure to give it back to her today while running errands. But I really wanted to read it, or at least see if I would like it, then maybe I could keep it another week. So, I went back upstairs, turned the electric blanket back on and started reading. Now, at 9:40, I'm on page 190, I'm still in my jammies, and, while sadly my long to-do list for the day hasn't gone anywhere, I don't want to stop reading now with only 80 PAGES TO GO! So now I'm doing what makes the most sense of course, I'm avoiding any sort of decisive action by blogging. It's a very good method for me.
This is why I sometimes go weeks or months without reading a whole book any more. It's because I LOVE it so much and I can't seem to do it in small bites and when I do go all in, I can't seem to do anything else. Sigh.
It's only 80 pages, right? Good thing I left that electric blanket turned on.