Blame It On Michael

images.pngI sit here in my library/office/sunroom at a built-in desk with a large screen tracking news or showing movies and a smaller screen displaying my current reading and an even smaller screen flashing notifications and announcements. But then on the wall on ether side of my desk there are hundreds of real ink and paper books I want to read but my aging eyes balk at.

Often I just sit at my desk and, like circling wishes in the Sears Christmas catalogue, mentally adding books I want to take down from the shelves, open flat on the desk, adjust my desk lamp, and absorb myself in the text.

On any month I have several disturbances to my regular reading plans, some I fight off and others I give into.

Continue reading