I’m taking the day off. The sign reads do not disturb. Just because I don’t have a door for it to hang on, my open book should be enough of a sign.

One can never be to old. They just go from sweet and innocent to not so sweet and innocent.

I would rather deal with fictional problems any day of the week instead of at the hospital with my father in law and his real ones.

Whoever said this and meant it I wanna meet you. It’s just not possible. It’s like saying “I’m only going to eat one chip”.

A good book will do all this and more if you just let it.

I love a good stretch physically or mentally.  I have tried to put my thoughts into written word and it just doesn’t happen, it’s hard work I give major props to the authors out there that can and do.

Which one holds more secrets, the trees or the books?

I feel like there is always a void as there is always a book I’m waiting for.

At least for a few hours.

Thirteen books for Friday the 13th, Oh yeah!