But for some reason, that’s not what I’m doing. Instead, I’m relaxing in solitude. I didn’t even know I’d missed myself. I finished a book last night and I’m deep into another one this morning. I haven’t read this much in years, or enjoyed it quite so much. The bed feels clean and spacious, the sun warm and comforting, the Cinnamon Toast Crunch soulful and decadent.
