Hey! This Post Isn't About Books!

I've talked about almost nothing but books lately, likely because books are what I turn to when I'm stressed. My recipe for dialing anxiety down from eleven is an engrossing story read in or by a body of water. (A pool's preferred, but bathtub works in a pinch.) Fortunately, most of my stress stems from stuff that will eventually manifest into something that makes me happy, e.g. the new memoir about volunteering. We're also close to being done house hunting as we've narrowed our choices down ...