Finally, finally I have tricked myself into concentrating on a book. Thank you, Liane Moriarty and
Nine Perfect Strangers. I started out reading it then switched to listening then back to reading again. Eventually, I got hooked. When I'm sprawled on the couch, entirely absorbed, it feels like having hot tea when you're chilly. Just so soothing. I don't know why it has been difficult to focus on a book for all of these months, but I'm enjoying the contrast. It's just in time to go visit a pool and float and read. Maybe I'll be able to make progress on the other 9 or so books I have started since the pandemic began.
Of course, now that I'm reading, I don't want to do anything else but read.
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