I am a third of the way into this:
and wishing I could pick it up to read about 50 pages or so. I started it before Christmas. At this rate it will be next Christmas by the time I finish it.
Christian picked up the latest issue of this for me a few days ago while at the grocery store:
I haven't even cracked the cover.
I haven't cooked a single meal since December.
There are clusters of Loki hair in the corners of every room, dirty clothes to be washed, clean clothes that need to be folded, folded clothes that should probably be sorted and ultimately put away, letters to write, work to do (real work, job work) and shopping (so much of that - for groceries, Easter basket odds and ends, overdue gifts for people). But it is the weekend, after all, and it is one of those rare, perfect days so instead I am doing nothing but staring at him:
and painting tiny toes that won't be tiny next time I look
and finding warm patches of sunlight
and wondering in awe at how the lantana gets more blooms every year despite my fear that the bi-annual 'trimming' Christian performs destroyed it forever (perhaps he did inherit a green thumb from his father?)
and spending lots of quality time with loved ones
and being thankful and happy and peaceful.