Tom is back from China, safe and healthy. School has started again and so has the snow. And the sun decided to come out today after a long absence. Our trip to visit family and Tom's absence exhausted me so I indulged myself last week. I read a work of fiction, Water for Elephants. It was a good story, a completely different world and one I knew nothing about. The 1930 circus trains. While I love a good book, I rarely allow myself to read fiction. It's like a drug. If I find a good story I can't ration my reading time. I carry my book everywhere and when there is five spare minutes, I read for ten. And thus nothing gets done. Nothing. One morning I even crawled back into bed after the girls left for school and read for an hour. Oh my life is luxurious. Thanks for the book, mom.