I slept in today. No surprise as I was up until well past 3am reading To Kill a Mockingbird, one of the books left for me under the stairs. I can’t remember how long it has been since I sat and read a book end-to-end like that. I tried to stop at around 2, but found myself lying awake wishing to continue. At last I thought to myself what good is it being an adult and free if I can’t continue to read when I want to? With that thought I switched on the little light above my bed, resumed where I’d left off and continued to the end.
While the reading marathon led to my day starting well after 10, looking back over the day, I’m struck by Continue reading