Dear Husband Phil is on a business trip this week, and while he's been away I've been indulging in a rare pleasure.
Once the kids are safely tucked in their beds, I've been curling up with a cuppa Jasmine tea, my cat, and my latest Must Read series*. And it's been glorious. I used to be a voracious reader, but along the way, reading seems to have become some kind of a guilty pleasure for me, something I sometimes feel selfish for indulging in when there are people (big and small) around me that need taking care of.
Not so this week, my friends. There's been no knitting, no sewing, no making of any kind. Just tea and the peaceful sound of pages turning.
As far as indulgences go, I think that's pretty reasonable, don't you?
Happy Reading, Everyone!
* Someone will ask, so I'll just 'fess up to being a new fan of the Southern Vampire Mysteries books (aka the Sookie Stackhouse novels, that spawned the show True Blood). The "I Have Two Masters' Pass the James Joyce" in me is a bit ashamed, but the Dracula/Buffy/Twilight fan in me is in Vampire Fiction Heaven!