Books are rarely part of my life and now I'm surrounded by them. Dipping in, but not staying long. Still unwell, it's not so easy to concentrate for any length of time. Computer's at the menders. Replacement computer so so. Still surrounded by books but loosing touch with where I am for lack of suitable markers. (and I NEVER turn over the edge of a page, except for paperbacks.) Then I remember a posting on The Logogryph about bookmarks.

And, since I'd ran out of things to mark my places, in all of these books I'm surrounded by, I resorted to the unthinkable. (unfortunately I'm not able to upload the photograph of my handiwork,) I cut up my favorite inspirational card, of a hut on stilts, into three strips. Perfect bookmarks. And, if I arrange them just so, I can still see the roof poking out like one half of a smile.

Thanks to Tom for the posting and to all of those enjoying sub zero temperatures in Edmonton, Canada.