This is the Year I Face Reality
With each passing year I get another gray hair or thirty. Wait. Is it gray or grey? My handy thesaurus is not helping me out with this one so I guess I’ll use them both. Anyway, with each grey hair that I find, I fear I’m one day closer to croaking, or at least to losing my remaining marbles, before I read any of the books wilting away in my tbr dungeon. So here’s what I’m going to do in 2017: Whatever the hell makes me happy. Life is drifting away from me one previously dirty blonde hair at a time and reading makes me happier than most anything else. I’m scheduling in reading time and to hell with the laundry, the cat boxes and dinner. That's why I had kids, right? I’m also going to stick headphones in my ears to drown out the siren call of the blaring tv which always magically turns on whenever I sit down to read. I’m going to DNF like there is no tomorrow because there might not be! I struggled through so many books that weren’t worth the struggle in...
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