Both Left Brain and I love to read and it has been a saving grace for us as we navigate our life in close proximity.
I have found a downfall to being an avid reader and perhaps you suffer from this also.
After getting to know the characters in a good storyline, especially in a series...I hate to say goodbye.
I find myself getting to the end of the book and slowing down to draw it out because I don't want it to be over. Well, except for those that are not terribly well written and I just want it to end so I can move on to the next book.
There seems to be a little depression that follows and it's hard to jump into a new storyline and get to know yet another character. I call it my post-perusal depression.
Maybe this is hitting me harder than before as it seems to be my new way of life...saying goodbye. It's a natural phenomonia when you are constantly on the move. By the time you know the names of the people next door it's time to pack up and roll again.
Hmmm. Gypsies always seemed to be such happy people, but maybe it's because they traveled in larger groups and kept their immediate family intact.
Perhaps if we had more than just the two of us in our gypsy wagon. I think I'm feeling the need for feline companionship but our agreement of living without pets for one year isn't up yet. But it's getting closer!
Long Live the Gypsy Queen