I’m enjoying my Saturday night. Spent a good couple of hours reading outside in my deck. Forgot how calming and good it felt to immerse myself in a good book. Might read some more or start a new puzzle. I’m working on ways to keep myself busy in a healthier way. It feels good. I feel happy. I’m proud of myself. Love sitting outside with the stillness of the evening, the coolness of the night and just getting lost in a good book. It’s like I’m transported to a different world and time and it helps me forget everything for awhile. So therapeutic.