Actual physical books! Remember those? Those things I love and prefer to decorate with? I read three in late January/early February (three in a ROW, even), but before that (pause while I check…), the last physical-actually-made-out-of-paper book I read was in November. Turns out I read three real actual books in November. Everything since then (and lot before that) has been via the Kindle app on my tablet, except for what I’m reading now (one of the books I kept out when we packed them up). It appears I got used to e-reading a lot faster than I thought I would. Boxing up 99% of our books early last fall helped. It also helps that I can read on my tablet while I’m at the gym. My tablet has several (well, two) advantages over books at the gym. First, it lays flat and stays open when propped up on the machine. Second, I can enlarge the text so I can still see it even though it’s a bit further away from my eyes than it would be if I were just holding it. I think making the text bigger helps me read while I’m moving so much, too.
I don’t have any other thoughts on the subject. Nope. No more thinking. Ever. About ANYthing. (Seriously, I thought I had more thoughts. Where did they go?)