You're going about your day--loosing your car keys, drinking your coffee, all the usual stuff of life, when life decides "Not today."
She sweeps you up in her fingers, tosses you into the wash--for a spin in the suds. The lid of the machine snaps down over your head. And now your life is churning and frothing.
All your plans cancelled for today; you wonder which way to swim. You try keep perspective. It's nothing personal, right? We'll all end up in the wash sooner or later.
Of course, you have your own own story.
My own trip through the wash includes includes a loved one, a car accident, months navigating hospitals, a new baby (that never slept!), moving in and out of a series of apartments all over the South of France, life as an immigrant...
Constraints, blessings, chaos...bubbles. How's a human being to read in these conditions?
Then again, how do you make it through the wash without books to carry you through?