Naturally, when I have a lot to do (hello–I have to pack for turkey hunting on Thursday!), I lay down and read.
I tried to work on a query letter for an article pitch, but I soon shut the laptop and succumbed to the camo-comforter, and finished reading “What Happened to Goodbye,” for the upteenth time.
I love Sarah Dessen books (seriously, all of them). I’ve always dreamed of having a huge library in my house, but I’ve newly been set on getting rid of books I don’t think I’ll reread. It may take me a bit longer to grow my archives, but just imagine a place where any title can be pulled and opened to a spot at random (if, for some reason I didn’t feel like starting again at the beginning), and enjoyed.
I’m a chronic rereader, and proud.
Ok. Sometimes I feel like I don’t do enough. I should go out more. I should see more people. I should explore. And I shouldn’t lounge about so often.
Well today I thought “screw that.”
After a lot of budgeting, and a week of applying for part time jobs, I realize that my weekends are going to change drastically again. I’ve done it before, the work, work, work, and more work…and it didn’t work out (for my happiness). But, I know that I have to do it again. I can’t afford not to.
Anyways, I know how much it sucks, and in the midst of an overworked and scrambled and exhausted mind, it isn’t the “exciting stuff” that miss most, but the energy to open a book and read without my eyes drooping shut.
So, this Friday night, I read, I snuggled (with Pickle), and I relaxed.
I reread “Specials” for the zillionth time. A great final book in the “Uglies” trilogy.