I'm one of those people who does a majority of my reading in the house library. My Princess teases me when I go there. Sometimes I will fear that she will start slipping Colace into my eggs and bacon in the mornings.I remember as a kid, before I could even read, finding the newspaper in the bathroom. I just knew that my parents were trying to potty train my little brother, you know, like they did the cats out on the back porch. I was sure this was the reason the paper was in there - to give them something to do while he sit on the toilet ...
Now as an adult I know the truth. It's the quietest place in the house. There isn't a soul that dare to come in and ask what I'm doing. No interruptions, no loud TV or my OCD kicking in to make me answer the phone or that email from mother that demands an answer before she emails another. It's the one place I can actually concentrate on the National and Local news that is going on in the world.
All that said .... I sure am glad I live in a century that has advanced to the point that the home library is on the inside of the house.
Because winters in Missouri get mighty damn cold!
