Treasuring the comfort of many books | Home Again
Last updated 2/20/2020 at 9:50am
Late this morning, the temperature hovering in the mid-40s, I wrapped a furry blanket around my shoulders and carried coffee and a book out to the deck, where I settled in for an hour’s read before I tackled anything on my to-do list.
It felt just right to coast happily through a chunk of the morning without glancing at the list I jotted before bedtime. Any day without specific appointments or obligations – there aren’t many of those days – feels like a tiny vacation.
It was summertime when I listed the stack of books I intended to read by fall; I finished most of those books by Se...