Oh how I love the Sunday paper. The only paper that can rip me from my shelter of soft blankets and soothing denial. I spring out of bed with purpose, with urgency. My paper, my day, can wait no longer. It takes me through breakfast, morning nap, lunch, afternoon nap, couch comfy time, pre-dinner snack, post dinner snack, the shower, and bedtime. The read pages lay strewn around my room like autumn leaves, while the to be continued pages stack on my rocking chair. Waiting for an early morning read.

If only saving Sunday pages for later made everyday as peaceful as Sunday.

Terrible Teacher

While my students buzz share their daily reading expereinces, I am passing notes to the world. It is hard to teach reading when you would rather be reading yourself.

Someone left the paper out in the rain

I miss Wednesday's paper. It's advice, it's recipes, it's descriptions of food that I think I might like. Thursday's can never compare. I sullenly flip through it's sections. Skim the comics, the obits, the letters to the editor. Daydream of the comfort of Wednesday's paper and the excitement that will be Friday's paper.

Gratification

I purchased Kelly Link's Magic For Beginners as bait on Monday and bribed myself that once the paper was written, revised, and edited, I could reward myself with a deliciously strange story of choice. Needless to say, the reward was delayed as the paper was printed while I brushed my teeth for school.

Post teaching, post class, post CW Tuesday night, post watching the Met's lose, I finally immersed myself in the now late night, short story pick me up. What I love about Kelly Link's stories is that she often takes something fairly ordinary, and paints it as something truly strange and remarkable, but living in a fairly ordinary world. After reading "The Faery Handbag," I will never look at my purses the same again. Maybe my consignment shop treasures are also the portal to a missing country? One could dream.

I Should Be Writing A Paper

But I am not. I am hiding in a corner in the computer room reading Founding Mothers. I do not even like non fiction, but, I barricaded all of my fiction into my room. Plus, I hid the paper in various corners of the house. I am not sure where the Style section is; I would read any section over writing this paper.

So here I am writing about how I would rather be reading in order to avoid writing.