The great luxury of reading books

Such a joy it is to have time to read. Now that winter has set upon us with its cold temperatures, and occasional snow, I’m reading around the clock. You know that ideal: a quiet room, a great cup of something hot (for me it is orange pekoe tea with thin slices of fragrant Meyer lemon), and a tome you can get lost in. Ah! Such joy.

I just finished reading this:

I enjoyed every minute of the book and wished it wouldn’t end; full of wisdom. Edna Ferber, an often overlooked American writer. Highly recommend!

Milan in December 2019. Ground zero and no one knew it.

I actually enjoy it when Facebook gives me reminders of what happened several years ago. I like the prompts. Good inspiration for reflection.

I visited Milan for a few days in early December of 2019. I loved seeing the Last Supper fresco again and many other incredible sights around this amazing Italian city.

But, that’s where the outbreak of Covid first started in Italy and, sure enough, I caught it there. I had Covid before we knew what it was. I was incredibly sick, but fortunately I recovered.

I recall this beautiful paper shop not far from the Santa Maria Delle Grazie, where Leonardo’s masterpiece is housed. I loved the bright, warm light emanating at twilight within the dark, cold stone palazzo.