It seems that the flow of reading material beside the bed is genetic, and unfortunately on both sides. I had two cousins–one from mama’s side, and one from daddy’s side email me yesterday. Both are just a few years older than me and there is no getting past the collection of items on the floor beside my bed. You are probably wondering what I do when I have company or rent my house for Master’s week, right?
Every month I sit on the floor and purge a bit, Robert snickers, but I do manage to straighten up the piles. I am going to find a bag or a box for each pile and be satisfied that I have many interests and like to stay current on all.
I feel much better.