Sometimes the only thing I want to do is curl up and read a book. I have dragged myself out of bed today. Twice.
Reading, reading, reading
Wish life were all about staying under the covers, book in hand, while someone whipped up healthy delicacies. A bite, a page, a little reading over again, listening to music, the hum of rain outside the window.
Instead, must work, clean, be nice. Arrrrrgh. Blog even. No, I did that because I had to drag myself out of reading, or I would be an irritated grump when I go out for the evening.
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Yes, laying about reading as life with someone to do the cooking and exercising (which would, of course, reduce MY girth) … that’s what life should be made of! 🙂
LOL s Darc, my girth needs the workout too. I wish reading were slimming.