Making time

& reading before bed.
We do it as kids, listening to our parents, grandparent & other extended family regale tales that they had often heard themselves growing up...then we endure it under the guise of homework ...I assume it's here we are lost. Either to the world of imagination & discovery the stories we discover, or lost to a world where reading becomes a bore.
I've no handy research to know why it goes either way...but as an adult it's a pleasure to have the skill of being transported, entertained & educated by books.

I treasure them. Yet I don't show them the respect or allow the time they deserve. That's about habit. And that's a whole other philosophical post for another day.
A friend this year set the task of 52 books. Just this week she posted #37 - well on her way to completing the challenge (& perhaps reminding us how much time we can waste in a year).