THE DREAM REMAINS A DREAM

I've had my little break now.

My vision was to be all cozy in my easy chair drinking hot tea and catching up on my reading; I started East of Eden by John Steinbeck back when Oprah selected it for her book club, but it has been languishing on my nightstand along with a book of poems by Billy Collins.  Did I get to these, or any other reading material?  No.

When I finally took my nose away from my computer monitor and accessed the status of the rest of my little world, well, it was a mess, and it would not let me get intimate with my easy chair or spend the time lost in Salinas with the Trasks or Sailing Alone Around the Room with Collins.

Instead I did what I always do. I tasked. It was more linear than usual which was nice, and I did get a lot done, but I'm still looking forward to that special day when my surroundings are peaceful and tidy and I can lose myself for hours in another world.