I should have spent my afternoon working. I have a project that I can’t imagine is going to be done on time unless I live and breathe it for the next three weeks. What did I do instead? I read more of the 800 page book I randomly decided to start reading this week.
I have never claimed to be smart. And, if I did, I take it back.
Reading is definitely an escape for me. During finals week in college I would read four or five fiction books while I should have been studying. Honestly, I sometimes wonder how I managed to make it through college without flunking at least one class…
Anyway. I still should be working. But that book is calling to me and the best thing I can do is probably knock it out so I have nothing to focus on but work. (Oh boy, oh boy. I can’t wait for that…)
(And note that we aren’t even discussing the fact that it’s a Saturday night here and I’m going to spend it reading a book rather than interacting with fellow members of my species.)