reasons I can identify (and probably for plenty that elude me), for
the past more-than-a-year, I’ve been off my feed with regard to reading. And
it’s alternately caused me to:
problem to be solved
take care of itself eventually
kind of librarian am I, anyway?)
behavior modification opportunity
just become like normal people”
time to worry about not reading
because clearly I don’t even have time to read!
is: This stuff continues. I’m reading again, yes, and sometimes listening to
the occasional audiobook. But I’m not back on the horse yet, peoples. I remain
a ghost of my former reading self.
is interestingly terrific these days.*
reading improves the quality of life. I’m quite sure it does not. I’m just
saying: Things are busy and good and rich and lovely around here, and I’m simply not settling down to read. I have shpilkes in the worst way.** And I’m
glad of it.
to revert to the item above: “treat it as a behavior modification
opportunity”—I could listen to audiobooks while I do all these other
non-reading activities! [Right. I know that ain’t gonna happen.]
Supergeek aside: This is my 555th blog post. And when I saw the number 555, I thought, “Washington Monument.” Yes, people, that is its height in feet. That’s coming directly to you from the Geek Girl of 1981. (I am always and forever that girl.)