A book addiction

I crawled into bed at 2:37 a.m. and did my best not to wake Brenton up. He grunted a half-awake, “good morning” in my direction.

“Brenton, I’m afraid I have a book problem,” I confessed to him quietly.

My bedtime didn’t start at 2:30 a.m. Actually it started at about 10 p.m. as we wound down the day, turned off the lights, and Brenton promptly fell asleep. I on the other hand, was wide awake. After tossing and turning in bed for an hour, I decide to sneak out to the couch and read a bit.

The book I picked up to start was Indian Creek Chronicles: A Winter Alone in the Wilderness by Pete Fromm. It’s a wilderness adventure tale written by a man who spent an Idaho winter living in a canvas tent courtesy of the Idaho Fish and Game department.

Four hours later, I closed the cover on the last page of the book and forced myself to crawl back into bed. My head was swimming with visions of living in a tent in the Idaho wilderness.

We might do it too if I could just figure out the logistics of Brenton showering for work and getting power for my laptop computer. Brenton says they have showers at work (or at the gym), and a solar panel would do quite nicely to power my laptop. Hmmm…

But I digress.

“They” always say the first step to overcoming a problem is admitting that you have one, but what if I don’t want to overcome the problem? I guess I’ll worry about that later, I have a book calling me now.