Two weekends ago, Steve and I were blessed to be driving out of town to spend a few days at our friends’ lake house.

It would make a lovely post, chronicling our time there. Alone. Before the latest blast of wintery weather struck. Maybe I will write more about it, sometime.

Most fascinating was our (independent of each other) choice of reading material to bring.

Steve pointed out the writing instrument on each cover. I was intrigued by our themes.

Having time to actually finish pages and chapters and an entire book was delicious.

And disruptive.

Read any good books, lately? Do share!