Today was a wintry day.
A high fog settled in. Perfect weather for reading and thinking, which I indulged in quite lavishly.
Others have told me that they feel like they're wasting time by spending a day like this but I couldn't disagree with them more. It is necessary and needed for general well-being, at least my own well-being.
I know that someday as I look back on my life a cozy day spent reading and pondering life will never be a regret. Or if it is, then only that I didn't spend more days doing the same.
Today I finished Joan Didion's A Year of Magical Thinking. I'm truly astounded that I never really knew who she was. I'm quite fascinated by her now and I must read another of her books soon.
Just started: The Little Friend by Donna Tartt. Delicious reading.