Instead I got to rock quietly, meditate and watch the wildlife in the garden. A squirrel planted himself in the bird feeder for a while and several chipmunks skirted the island of foliage (they can't climb the feeder pole).
By the time I had finished my book, I'd seen cardinals, tits(!), gold finches, chicadees, house sparrows, hummingbirds, a wood pecker and something tawny that I haven't yet identified. A papa cardinal spent considerable time feeding two fledglings on the ground in the grass.
The book I read was Not My Father's Son by Alan Cummings. Quite powerful. Recommended.
