Today, I took a random Middle of the Week vacation day. Voted. Did some errands. Edited the weekend’s pictures. Did a load of laundry. Scratch that. It still sits in the washer and I guarantee I’ll forget about it and have to wash it again tomorrow. Did a half a load of laundry.
Over the weekend, I got a notice from the library that my book was due. I finally started a fiction book and was half-way enjoying it. I thought I’d finish it in the airport, but that didn’t happen. With a day of vacation looming, I vowed to finish the book.
Today, I’m grateful for reaching the last page of a book. Anyone with children understands how difficult this luxury can be. There’s a satisfaction in reaching the last page. Wasn’t the greatest book, but it wasn’t the worst. And it got finished. Suck it, Fiction.