When I filed out taxes I knew exactly where our return would go. I carefully allotted portions to pay down debts and pay bills, ordered a table for Maggie's therapy because she's completely destroyed the current school table, and then I turned my attention to convincing Paul that we should form our own little in house book club and read a book that I've wanted to read for years, together. And then, after he agreed, I put in my order.
It arrived today:
And so I've been sitting here trying to think about writing when all I can really think about is this book next to me and while I know I should be going to bed, or writing, or helping Paul assemble the ridiculously hard to assemble table that also arrived tonight, but all I really want to do is dive into reading Kristin Lavransdatter.