It’s the end of January and I have read a book a day.  It’s actually the 29th and I have already passed up a book a day because I read FOUR books last weekend.
I had forgotten how much I like James Patterson and once I get sucked into a series there is no stopping until I finish it.
I’m waiting for the hyper fixation of reading to wear off so I can move on to something else.  I did pull out my ephemera stuff and decorated my travel journal. Oh, I didn’t mention that did I? I’m going to travel this year…a lot of travel.
I have an opportunity and I am going to take it. No regrets.  Well, I mean if I die in a foreign country then there will be regrets…oh no there won’t, cause I’ll be dead.