I hope my infatuation with this little, black device will not last much longer. Other relationships in my life are suffering. I am suffering. It seems my Kindle takes a lot of my time and attention and doesn't give much in return.
I'm not sure if the Kindle is the cause or if it is where I am finding my escape from the real world. Lately it feels as if any progress I have made in my parenting and home making skills have been rushed down the river with the latest flood in our neighborhood. Which, by the way, I kept track of on my Kindle hour by hour, foot by foot.
It will be nice when these dark, gloomy, winter days are past. Maybe then I'll be able to dry myself off, set the Kindle aside and tend to the more important relationships in my life. Those with hearts that beat and souls that long for love.