<img class="size-medium wp-image-1211 lazyload" alt="Sometimes, I don't even have room for all the books I want to read on my &quot;to read&quot; shelves." src="https://ericswyatt.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/img_1132.jpg?w=300" height="225" width="300" /> Sometimes, I don’t even have room for all the books I want to read on my “to read” shelves. There are two shelves built into my desk space where I keep the books I plan to read next. There are, as of this morning, thirty-six

Wow. That’s the single word to summarize the past couple of weeks. Nothing tragic or overwhelming, but the last month has been the exception, and certainly not the rule. My wife has been off work seven days, all but two of them were unexpected. She’s been to the doctor four times, she was in a musical, and had several special services she sang for at church. I’ve subbed at the middle and high school ten times. Our clothes dryer died. On the positive side, I submitted fiction