Waiting for our pizza to cook I bought a book to read from the thrift store. Reminded myself why I am not allowed to read fiction books. Yup, finished reading it in less than 48 hours. I would rather read than eat, sleep, exercise, work, sew….reading is my addiction. I keep to nonfiction I am ok but get me reading a story and I am up for hours and hours. I create the whole thing in my head. I feel their emotions and stresses and excitement and happiness…it is like my own emotions have a play ground to let loose without doing any damage, except I don’t eat or sleep or exercise or anything else I am supposed to be doing. I edit my sister’s books but those are stories I hear about on our walks and I am editing….which to stay sharp, I need to eat and sleep and take a break like going to work. I am learning to accept my quirks for what they are, quirks…my own way of doing things. I enjoyed the book and the break. Looking forward to tomorrow a day with grandkids. Chores that used to be irksome are such a joy to do with grandkids. Interesting how my perspective changes with healing and aging. However, I am still waiting for the wisdom that is supposed to come with aging.