A Reading Afternoon

It turns out to be the kind of Sunday afternoon I wait for all year. It’s cloudy after church so, instead of going out to take photos as we thought we might, Gerry switches on the fireplace and we curl up for the afternoon with quilts and books. The only thing that would make it

Late-Night Reading

Must. Stop. Reading. Just kidding, I’ll never stop reading, but I do have to stop allowing it to rob me of sleep. Or do I? Waking this morning, hours past the time I like to begin the day. Not a huge problem, but it messes with my routine. And I do like routine. Ah well—onward