I like to read, a lot…
And when I read – I get totally engrossed, and I really resent being interrupted. In my very geeky youth this wasn’t really a big problem. It was pretty easy for me to lock myself in my room for hours and hours to just read…
As a grown-up that’s a lot harder – I have other things I have to do on the weekends – and a husband who, not unreasonably, occaisionally likes to talk to me.
So when I get the opportunity to shut the doors and curl up with a mountain of books and do nothing but read for a whole weekend, I do.
It’s a guilty pleasure – because I should be doing all sorts of other things.
But I don’t care.
