It seems like only yesterday…or maybe the day before? What day is it anyway? As one week glides into the next I”ve found that I”m not reading for pleasure as much as I normally do. I started a book some time ago, and find it strange that I can”t get past the mid-point. And I know it’s not the book; it’s me. It’s not that I don”t have the sustained concentration – I seem to have that in plenty when it comes to watching a 10-part murder mystery investigation. Perhaps, in searching for escape fr…
