J is a reader. He will happily crash in a big comfy chair with a good book and pass a few hours. C likes to be read to but has to be reminded to read. His school requires 20 minutes of reading a night but other than that he is more happy on his skateboard or at the ballfield.

This morning, with a house full of sickies, I peeked in J's room to find him reading scary stories--perfect for the season. Then I peeked in C's room and guess what I found? C, all curled up under a blanket reading Baseball: An Illustrated History - Ken Burns. I just quietly closed the door and tiptoed away. Who am I to interrupt reading?

I did put on the tea kettle so I can curl up with a nice warm cuppa and finish Jane Eyre.

A rainy morning of reading all around. Almost worth having this cold. Almost.