haven't read a book in a millenium

One thing I cherished about my education and upbringing is the emphasis that my family and friends had on staying well read. I find that I'm scheduling blocks of time to catch up on a book I haven't touched in months. It's like another job. Gone are the days of chilling in a park and finishing a few pages, or frequenting the cafe and knocking out a few chapters. I think that once the house is in a suitable condition for living, it will be a little easier. I love to read in places that make me feel comfortable. And right now, the house is a mess. Toys, food, poop, and clothes litter the joint, and my need to organize is getting its ass kicked by my need to get some rest. Write it down, and get it done.