At the hospital, a surgeon performed “minor” elective bowel surgery on my young dad. The surgeon made an error, and instead of my father coming home to the “welcome home” banners we’d painted, he died.

Pro-tip, don’t kiss people who are passed out.

We all like to think whoever picks up our book isn’t going to put it down.  Our hope is they sit there in a vegetative state absorbing the words, until like a kiss from a prince/princess, the words, “The End,” release them from the spell.

Unfortunately, readers need food, water, bathroom breaks, and sleep.  Sleep is the tricky one.  If they grab a snack, take a tinkle, or get some water – they come right back to the book.  But sleep, well sleep ruins everything.

I know if I’m reading before bed, I try my best to make it to the end of the chapter.  Even if it’s not bedtime, I try to make it to the end of the chapter before I put the book down.  The reason is somewhat obvious, I don’t want to start reading in the middle…