Last weekend I had little time to read because I was visiting with my family in Minneapolis and I was cooped up with my hub in a hotel room. Since then I have had little time to read – or blog, and I’ve had some good ideas for posts – because I have been buried at work. I missed lunch most of last week and I spent most of this weekend working (at home, thankfully, but still …) and I’ve been desperately craving even one lonely hour just to sit down and quietly lose myself in a book. It’s just after 9 pm Monday now and I’ve spent a few hours on some work I brought home, and once I’ve finished this post I will able to grab maybe 30-45 minutes of reading time before I collapse from exhaustion and wake up at 5:30 am to start all over again.
And it makes me anxious, because of the books I “need” to read in the next few weeks, for book club or for a blog tour or because they will be due back at the library — how will I find the time?
I admit that in the past I may have spent too much of my time reading, but this is the opposite extreme. Can I please please find a happy medium?