Don't you miss reading? I remember huge chunks of my life being absorbed in reading. Weighty books, frivolous ones. Fiction and how-to. Biography and political, humor and spirituality. Nowadays I read for the book group we joined, and I've been grateful for the "assignment" that makes me read. This month we're reading Edith Warton's The House of Mirth. It just arrived in the mail today, so I'm going to go get absorbed in what life was like for the fictional Lily Bart in turn-of-last-century New York. Mmmmm.