Yesterday was a day for reading. At least that’s the decision I came to around four o’clock in the afternoon when I realized I had done nothing else all day. By that time there was really no point in starting something new, and I felt I might as well just carry on. So I did.
I’m not saying Stephanie Plum has taken over my life or that I will die miserable and unfulfilled if I never meet a real life friend like Lula. I will say I’m nearing the end of Four to Score by Janet Evanovitch.
(The mystery of whether or not Stephanie and Joe Morelli will at last do what they’ve been wanting to do for three and a half books is finally concluded satisfactorily – thank God for putting me out of my misery on that ‘score’.) (But I digress.) (And that wasn’t really a spoiler, was it? I mean, it’s not like you couldn’t see it coming from the beginning.)
Anyway, although by all outward appearances it would seem I’ve been sitting on my ass doing absolutely nothing for a very long time, here’s the thing. I’m actively contributing to the authors happiness by purchasing her books. One after the other. Compulsively, with little debate and minimum hesitation. Because when I finish one book I barely take a breath, never mind a deep one, before downloading the next one and starting again. This is getting pricey, at eleven and some dollars a pop. So I’ve exercised incredible self-discipline today by doing a lot of other stuff that didn’t get done yesterday and leaving my kindle untouched and plugged in to give it a much deserved rest and some time to rejuvenate.
I’m here to tell you reading is a LOT more satisfying and fun than doing laundry. But you probably already knew that.
Living alone means never having to say you’re sorry for the total mess you’ve made of your house. Good thing no one has comes to visit me unexpectedly. If that happens and I don’t answer the bell it might mean I’m not at home, but it’s much more likely I’m pretending to be out rather than taking the risk of answering the door and then dying of embarrassment due to the state of myself and my surroundings.
Things are all straightened around today, neat and organized. I’ve showered and put on make up and fixed my hair. I can delude myself again for a while that I’m not a total slob, just a partial part-time one. I have a couple of errands to run which will involve actually leaving the house. And then (finally!) I can get back to my books. I can indulge myself in the incredible luxury of having the time to sit and read my heart out. I’ve been completely spoiled this summer when it comes to that, and I’m enjoying every sweet reading minute of it.