I've read three books in three days.  

Actually, it will be five books in four days if I stay up tonight to finish Lisa Gardner's stuck on an island with a serial killer on the way thriller.

I walked past one of them and had to pause and think; I couldn't immediately recall the plot or the characters.  

The library reminded me of due dates. That's what got me going.  It's too hot to do anything outdoors and there are only so many restaurants we can visit.  Tucson is not Chicago or New York; you can't spend three months in museums here.  Mahjong is a rare occurrence; everyone is going someplace for some amount of time.  And JannyLou isn't next door to distract me.  

So, I read.  

The books were collected from two public libraries' Lucky Day shelves.  Some are parts of series I enjoy; while I'm immersed in them I can remember each character's backstory.  Some are in large print, which really helps at night.  All of them, equipped with gripping plots and surprising twists, demanded my attention.

It also means that I have not paid any attention to the world around me.  I've left my phone unattended, my Substacks unread.  

This makes me happy.