Tonight, I’m being indulgent, hedonistic, focused.  I’m going to bed a few minutes early to read the very last chapter of a book I’ve devoured over the last several days.  I so wanted to find out yesterday how it ended … but forced myself to exercise some self-control. 

And save it I will.  I will be disciplined.  I won’t peak to the end of my book.  I will sit here until bedtime and merely speculate about what’s going to happen.

A world of last-chapter, page-turning imagination awaits me.

Simple pleasures.  The suspense is killing me!