In an effort to start off my year in a new way, I bought myself a present. I opened my door yesterday to head to work and there it was outside my door. I proudly leaned down to see my name typed on the sticker with my address in bold type as my neighbor said good morning. He looked at me with envy, and commented on the front page story about the latest tragedy. I tucked the paper like a pro into my bag and exited the elevator with a confident stride. I was a girl who splurged on intellectual gaining. I read my New York Times from cover to cover. I circled various interests to come back to in red pen and tore out a few articles. I felt full of information all day. Ha! Let's see how long that lasts!
Day three...and I got through the entire paper! I must admit, I skipped over a few articles. OK, OK, maybe more than a few. But hey, at least I am helping to support the struggling newspaper business. And I now know about the latest controversy in the addition of a 13th astrological sign. Now if I could only figure out how to keep the ink off my shirt.
