Life and an Addicted Reader

This is late because I was at my Mom's yesterday afternoon/night and this morning. She had cataract surgery. She reacts terribly to anaesthesia, so is usually sick after surgery and it was so last night. I walked my brother's dog (which she usually does), brought over homemade chicken soup (yeah, ME, I used to do a lot of cooking before I started writing, now I live out of boxes, mostly, though I recently bought a crockpot and am giving it a try for summer), and just provided company. She is also pretty deaf, so we conducted our conversations in shouts...

I brought over a book on tape I own, Nora Roberts' Northern Lights (which I think is a Killer book, got serious skill envy when listening to the first chapter), so she could listen to it, but when I went to check on her before I went to bed in the basement, she was READING. With one cloth/metal patch over her eye.

I think we all have various addictions. My family seems addicted to books. I left the tapes, and hope she'll do them today.

That's all, may your writing schedule be smooth and the words flow equally smoothly.
Robin