By G. S. Norwood By now you all know that I am a self-indulgent woman. I’ve blogged about how I value little rewards to myself for a job well done, or just for a laugh. But birthdays? Birthdays are an indulgence class all their own. Because I live alone, I can be really extravagant when it comes to a birthday indulgence. In past years I have given myself pens and paintings. One year I famously gave myself a cat. Or…
I love to read. If you’re reading this, you probably love to read, too. I can get completely lost in a fictional world, but sooner or later my dogs insist I take them out. Or the cats get really obnoxious about that whole food-in-the-bowl-now thing. That’s when I reach for one of my trusty bookmarks. Or, as one friend and avid reader calls them, “Quitter Strips.” How could we read without them? Whether they are automatically inserted by our trusty…