In the morning, I wake up, grab the book I'm reading from my nightstand/pillow, and carry it into the other room. While I catch up on email and so forth, it sits on the footstool beside me. When I go downstairs to shower, the book comes with me - to be parked on the bathroom counter. Next I go upstairs to get dressed and make my bed, book still in tow. (It sits on the hamper.) Then it accompanies me back down to the bathroom counter while I play 'beauty shop' with eyeliner and hairspray. After all that's done, it's back to the computer for me, and back to the footstool for the book of the day.
In all this time, I haven't read a word -- just carried the book from place to place.
Same thing happens at lunch time. I put my computer aside, carry the book downstairs and set it on the kitchen table while I eat and watch an episode of Jeopardy. Then, back to the footstool it goes while I tinker with the WIP for the afternoon.
Generally, I don't get around to actually reading until after 4:00 or 5:00.
How strange is this?
