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!