As I wait for that draft to cool down, I’m continuing to catch up on pesky housekeeping tasks. But — oh, happy day! — now that those are diminishing in number, I’m also getting time to read.
I can’t get though books at the pace I did before I was a mother, but I’m going at a respectable clip for the first time in months. Most of the books piled high on my crooked bench are not only new to me, but fairly new to the world, too, including some fall releases.
I’m re-reading, too: one of my favorite things to do in all the world. It’s wonderful to re-read an old favorite. And maybe even more wonderful to re-read one that wasn’t a favorite but that stuck in your mind somehow — and this time it speaks to the heart of you.