I was talking with a counselor on Friday, and she asked me what I did for "me" time. I had a hard time answering her. Not because I don't do me time, but I don't think I do. But it wound around to reading, and she asked what types of books I read.
Which of course the answer was fiction.
When she asked why not non-fiction, my answer was because they are too real. Duh...
I then explained that I deal with enough reality in my day to day life, between Jerry's health problems, my kids, and my students. I know what is out there in the world, and the bad things that can happen. I don't need to read about someone else's life, or troubles to know that they are out there.
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