A quiet household.
The only one making a noise is our feline child making herself heard at our front door while at the same time willing it to magically open. Suddenly she has found her voice and has started to use it for all types of requests. Only this morning she irritated Bob with her slightly off key rendition of meows so that he got up to feed her. Mission accomplished and humans trained.
Bob's finished reading his first novel, another delightful visit with Mma Ramotswe and Mr J.L.B Matekoni and has gone on to the next one. His code for an afternoon's sleep-
" Hon, I'm going to read for a bit. "results in him being asleep within minutes but today, another novel has gripped his imagination so much that sleep was the last thing on his mind.
Vicariously living in different centuries, countries, households and scenes is indescribable. Riveting, at times informative, often funny but always a great way to escape the madness that disguises itself as reality. Who would have even thought that the current going's on were anything but an invention from a skilled novelist? Those engrossing yet far fetched plots of John Le Carre, Dan Brown or James Patterson appear rather blase and normal now. Scary, isn't it?
Reading a good book is manna for the soul. It gets us out of our routine, changes or mental focus and entices us away from time consuming online stuff. Making time for reading should be a must for everyone. So many books, so little time.
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