Unlike many of my friends, I don't mind a few weeks of winter weather. The cold and snow tell me to make a cup of tea and find a good book, then cuddle up under an afghan on the couch for a cozy read. It's a nice change of pace from harvesting vegetables and planting flowers in the more hospitable weather. I can stay inside and enjoy the warmth of my home.
Unfortunately, I can only take so much of that enjoyment before I see the bottom of the tea cup and my mind wanders away from the book, away from the couch, away from the living room and into the kitchen where I know there's a drawer or two to clean out and some coupons to organize and recipes to file. Or the bedroom steals my thoughts with its stack of cards to send out and the sewing basket that I need to go through and the stack of books. Evidence of my good intention to read is the bookmarks 20 or 30 pages into each book, just where my ability to relax left me and I bounded up to complete the next task at hand.