& once in a while. I forget about the list making & the scheduling. I turn off my phone, my laptop, pull out a good book & just read. Because reading always makes the time go by slow. I opened up my book of Wuthering Heights, and a dry rose fell out. I’ve always loved pressing flowers, usually they will have a special meaning to me, when I do this. I’ve been doing that for years. Eventually, you forget you put them in a book to begin with, and then get a little surprise when you open it. Sometimes, I forget where they came from, or why they were given to me. It doesn’t matter though. It was still special at one point. Still special now.