I took the day off and this morning I got up with vague intentions to make some postcards...

But it turned into a reading day instead.

I started with Plastic: a toxic love story. when I got tired of that, I switched to the Kindle user guide. and when I got tired of that, I started re-reading The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.

Whee. Except...

I started feeling guilty that I wasn't doing anything on my special day off. It was a nice day outside, I should have gone to the garden and done some weeding. I should have gone to the Rhododendron Garden and taken some photos.

"should, should, should" made me grumpy, grumpy, grumpy.

*grumble*

But then I got to thinking...

When was the last time I took a whole day for reading? It's a hobby I profess to love. I keep buying zillions of books. But lately, it's been difficult to get even an hour of reading in.

And "lately" has been for the past months and months. I can't remember the last time I sat down and read more than 30 or 40 pages. I have been fighting to get in my goal of reading 200 pages in a week. And that's pathetic!

Today I probably read about 300 pages!

Bean bag, pillows and stuffed animals galore! Water and coffee within reach on the window sill. Window blinds were open most the day: blue sky, budding oak and sweet gum dominate, if you don't look down at the parking lot! ;)

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