I’m not sure I’m going to make my annual reading goal. Finishing 10 books in less than a month is a bit much, even for me. I’m not going to beat myself up about it. A lot has happened this year with my Dad passing, the move across the country, buying a house, and starting a new job, not once, but 3 times. Somehow I still managed to read 80 books so far, and I’m sure I’ll at least finish a couple more by the 31st. That’s pretty good. That’s more than good.
I’ve completed my Shelf Love challenge reading goal! Having 4 days to do whatever I wanted meant lots of audiobook time, as well as staying up late to read. Well, I at least attempted to stay up late reading, but my eyes kept saying no. Apparently, I need the rest.
I thought I was going to be working today, but upper management gave everyone the day off, and let us all leave early on Wednesday.
I didn’t do much yesterday besides cook, eat, and read, and while I had plans to do some more unpacking, it’s snowing out so I don’t know if that will happen. There are still so many boxes in the garage, mostly books, and I really want to be able to park the car in there now that I have to scrape the windshield in the mornings before I leave for work.
I didn’t do much reading again this week. Instead, I did things to better winterize the house and did a lot of organizing and cleaning when I wasn’t working. I only have Thanksgiving day off from work this week, and it’s the first job I’ve had that I didn’t have Friday off as well. Hopefully, I’ll be able to spend the weekend mostly reading.
Despite having Veteran’s Day off and the house to myself for most of the week, I didn’t do much reading. I don’t know if it’s a reading slump or what, but I’m getting concerned that I’m not going to make my annual reading goal for the first time since I started setting one.
Now that I’m working full-time again, I feel like the only time I have to read is when I listen to audiobooks during my commute and a little bit before bed. It doesn’t help that I’m spending the majority of my weekend unpacking and finding a place for everything in the house. I emptied a lot of boxes this weekend, but it feels like I hardly made a dent.