Most of All

Yesterday, I read an entire book. The title isn't important. Let's just say it wasn't War and Peace. But it's worth mentioning because it's been a while since I've read a book in a day, and it was satisfying in and of itself.

I must clarify that by "day" I mean 24 hours, which includes reclining in the hammock on a perfect late-summer afternoon as well as reading in the middle of the night, unable to sleep — with the latter a more common condition than the former, I'm sorry to say. But still, the words were digested, the book was read.

What this means, what I've known all along, is that reading is one of those things I'll find a way to do no matter what. It's one of the things I love to do most of all.