That time I stopped reading

There are worse things, but it was a jarring time

During the beginning of the pandemic, I discovered that though I had extra time (no longer socializing or driving to work or living my life), I couldn’t concentrate enough to read for pleasure any more. I could still teach via Zoom (though I never quite found my rhythm online), drive a car, and write a grocery list, but what I couldn’t do was open a book and lose myself, as I’ve done since I started reading.

I tried. I promise I tried, but I’d get about a half-page in and my mind would wander.