If You Need Me, I'll Be Reading
/Pluto must be aligned with Mars or some odd planet formation has taken place. How else to explain that in the last 2 days every single magazine we subscribe to has hit our mailbox? Seriously, the mailbox is spitting them out like pez. Sitting atop my kitchen table are the latest issues of:
- The New Yorker
- Newsweek
- Pink
- The Toastmaster
- Writer's Digest
- Poets & Writers
- Vegetarian Times
- Runner's World
- Travel & Leisure
- Working Mother
I could read from now until Tuesday non-stop and still not be done. Not that I won't try. My type-A personality can't STAND to let them sit there unread. They must be read--and right now!
I'm not checking the mail tomorrow...
