But I have a good excuse.
Betty and I went to the library and the grocery store this afternoon, as is our routine on Saturdays. In the children's section, I actually read an entire children's book (My Brother is Autistic) and the first 8 pages of Ten Things Your Child With Autism Wishes You Knew, which was on the shelf and is one of my Read-a-Thon books. So, I felt like I was still participating.
We weren't there long, though, because some toddlers were making a major ruckus with some of the toys. I have somewhat of a pet peeve with this. I don't necessarily mind toys like puppet theaters and stuff like that in libraries, but this plaything was ... well, I don't know what the hell it was, it just clearly was distracting. Betty has a low-tolerance to noise (gets that from me) and even she said something. I nearly said something to the librarian.
Of course, I brought home four more books:
Poems from the Women's Movement, edited by Honor Moore
The House on Tradd Street, by Karen White
Brooklyn, by Colm Toibin
The Girls from Ames, by Jeffrey Zaslow
And, after the grocery store where we stocked up on more snacks and dinner for this evening (Stouffers macaroni and cheese), it was off to the Starbucks drive-thru where I picked up two Pumpkin Spice Lattes. One for me, one for The Dean.
Going to try and get a 1/2 hour of reading in before dinner is ready.
Catch you later ... (oh, and thank you so much for the comments! I almost felt guilty coming home to 8 comments. You're the best cheerleaders EVER.)