On Saturday I was working to unpack a lot of stuff and organize everything while I was doing so. I am insane because I thought it would be a good idea to organize my books before I shelve them in my study. And now those books are all over said study in piles . . . and all over my bedroom in piles . . . and I have started piling books in the kitchen. I have no idea when this lunacy will end, as I still have about 20 boxes of books to go. Now that I'm back to work, I don't have a ton of time to do that.
But because I'm in a cast and need a crutch to get around I have to take a lot of breaks. During one break I read while resting on my couch. Suddenly thunder rolled, and I realized that for the past ten minutes or so it had been raining pretty hard.
And I flashed back to when I was a kid. I was an active child, almost always outside, but on rainy days I always found a place to relax, usually a couch or my bed or somewhere, and I'd read the day away. I felt like that kid again for the first time in decades, and it did my heart good. I didn't want to go back to unpacking my books. I just wanted to continue reading during the thunderstorm.
But I knew I'd be back to work today, so I didn't have much time to lose.
Speaking of which, this is going to be my test week to see if I can still find time to write these GFs while working. If today was any indication, it's not looking good. But I'll keep going, and by Friday I'll know for sure if I'm retiring the ol' column again.
See? Pretty short one tonight.
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