I wish there were more hours in the day, but there aren’t. Sometimes we have to make hard choices about what we do with our hours and minutes: I can do this or I can do that, but I don’t have time for both.
The latest issue of Pipe Wrench magazine has been out for several days now and I want to read it. The fungible time I have in my schedule is my morning writing hour, and today I choose to use that to curl up with a cat and a blanket and read instead.
Ah, yes. I seem to be doing more reading than writing these days! Husband gave me Peril, the Bob Woodward and Robert Costa book, and it’s captivated me. I also have to write down names and who they are to remember all the players!
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