Tonight as I was packing my bag for my overnight stay at the hospital, I was reminded once again at how I am an addict to the written word. I am pretty sure most people when packing for a hospital stay would pack items like slippers, robe, toiletries, etc…but, no, not me…I packed 4 magazines, pens and pencils, notebook, book light, a few books and my laptop. Come on, I ask myself…you are having surgery, when do you think you have will have time to read? But, I can’t help it; I actually get butterflies in my tummy thinking about going somewhere without something to read and paper to write a thought down. Yesterday, I returned some books to the library and I knew I should have used the outside drop box, but, I thought I could resist the temptation if I used the indoor drop box, as soon as I seen all the books and smelled the lingering odor of ink, I just had to have a little peak at the books on the newly arrived shelf. I find myself reviewing the back cover of one of the books, “oh”, I say to myself, this sounds like just the perfect read while I am recovering from surgery. I think maybe I would have been okay if I would have stopped right there, after all I only had a few minutes as I was on my lunch break. So, don’t ask me how, but less than 5 minutes after I walked into the library, I walked out with TEN books in my arms…just giddy as all can be…I still don’t know how it happened, but I am sure going to enjoy some time indulging in my addiction these next few days.
Well, I better go put some slippers in my bag, hmmmm, I wonder if there is any room amongst my reading supplies.
How about you what are you addicted too?