My Boss went on vacation and took three books with her to read. She gave them to me when she returned, offering them up as a tantalizing treat to her poor book-barren assistant. Now the three sit there, daring me to read them, but I dare not. She knows I do not have the time, not yet anyway. Serious work projects are in the way--projects she gave me. If I start reading, I will not stop. I am an addict, I confess. Addicted to the printed word. I am a binge reader. If I start a book I will not stop until waaaaaay past time to sleep, eat, bathe....thank the heavens my sweet spouse has the same addiction. We are co-enablers of our worst vice.
I am so tempted. It is only the hesitancy of being unable to decide which of the three to start first that keeps me focused on my project...to which I must now return. Instead of binging on the book, like scarfing down the whole pan of brownies in one sitting, I wrote here instead, like a sensible snack of apple slices with a small wedge of cheddar cheese.
But the brownie-books are still tempting me.