Wordless Wordsmith Wednesday

I know, I know, I know.

Alright, already.

There it sits, lonely but patient, on my nightstand. It is such a bad idea for me to try to read at the end of the night before I go to sleep; I have managed to make it through exactly one and one half chapters.

Yuh. My life is so thrilling, so chock-a-block full of excitement, I am spent by day's end. Ah, the carefree life of a Baroness. Sucks to be me.

I can assure you, I have nothing to do tomorrow (Thoughtful Thursday post is already queued up) but read. How could I possibly promise you this? Because according to my operating manual, God says so (well, I'm supposed to be reflecting, but how long should that take? Two hours? Three, max? I've been a reasonably nice person this year - not much atoning required)(unless you know otherwise...)

However, I will right now atone to Hachette Book Group for not being on the ball with this; rest easy that by next week, I will have an opinion. Forgive me.

I have a book that says you have to.