Did anyone watch the 7th game of the World Series last night? I don't watch the whole season but I try to take in the Series - sort of a memorial gesture to my husband as we watched together. I love the slow build of tension. Right down to the last moment. The last person up to bat could have changed everything, right down to the last pitch. Wow.

Still catching up.

Had to write the review of the book for the National Post. Reading my own book, second draft, making notes. Cooking dinner for a guest tonight. (Had two guests two nights ago and they wrapped my balcony for the winter.) Have to finish my quarterly GST report by tomorrow afternoon. Checking in with my son and his counsellor in the morning, going over his budget, plans, clothes. Haven't written my thank-you letters. Going to the opera Saturday and to Canadian Stage Sunday.

Plus the Sunday New York Times. (Behind on my clipping service to others.)

I'm having a good time.

Now, tomorrow - maybe I'll get back to normal, whatever normal is.

Two, actually, almost. I won't go into detail about yesterday.

Today I read a book. That's not news. But I needed a day to myself to sit and read uninterrupted. I also have to review the book by the weekend. I signed up for a book from the National Post readers' club. I received it just before I went to Boston and decided I wouldn't read it in bits and pieces while I was away, I'd just sit down and read it in one sitting when I got home, so I did. Now I have to catch up with the rest of my work, including my blog.

I don't skim. I gulp. I'm almost dizzy when I return to earth. I am capable of enormous concentration. When my babies were tiny I didn't allow myself to read because I feared I wouldn't hear them or I would forget them. I was not to be trusted. When they were older I could afford to read without that fear. My son John developed a way of attracting my attention and pulling me out of a book. He would start softly, saying "Mummummummmmmummmumm" gradually getting louder and higher until the sound was like a bee attacking me. It penetrated until I would come out of my trance and shout "What???"

Isn't reading a miracle? Really. We are so blessed. Words leap from the printed page (or e-reader) into your head and mind's eye. The movie in your mind is so vivid. I find that I have to choose carefully whether I want to see the movie if I've read the book.

Back to reality.