60 More Years

Last night I finished reading Angels & s by Dan Brown and Rachel asked me what I would be reading next. I rattled of the titles of four books I was currently reading. She looked amazed and said, "But, Mom, you might live, like another, like 60 years! If you keep reading that many books at once, you will read all of the books on the planet and then you'll be, like, bored!"

I'll take my chances.

And I do appreciate the life expectancy so generously predicted for me.