When we received news from the director that we’d be working from home, I made sure to check out a big supply of library books.
I envisioned a stay-at-home portion of my life that would include something akin to A Big Read.
Here we are, a month-plus-in and counting for the can’t-go-anywhere portion of our lives.
The books for the most part remain in the spots I found for them. I am reading from my stockpile, yes, but not quite as voraciously as I first expected.
I’m not escaping to the world of fiction quite as much as I’d expected.
Is it the time I’m spending with my eyes to the device screens for my work-from-home Monday-to-Friday?
Is is something more psychologically deep-seated?
Will I start reading more as this new way is extended?
Is life at home playing out how you had expected it?