Reading: It's that important

So the title may have been a bit misleading.  You probably thought you were going to get a post about how important reading is.  I happen to think reading is very important.  I do it a lot.  To prove to you how much I like reading, I would like to share this image of me in my earliest days of reading, at the precious age of 3.

Making reading cool since 1984

But, like I alluded to earlier, this post is not a persuasive essay on how important reading is.  (Although the coolness of the above picture is a persuasive essay in itself.  They say a picture is worth 1000 words.)

It turns out this is a post about the strange things my wife does while sleeping.  Last night I was sleeping quite soundly when there was a tap on my arm.  I, of course, woke up and looked up at my wife who was waving her arm in the air.  I wasn't sure if she was stretching or saying hello.

I was perplexed by the situation and simply asked her, "why did you wake me up?"  Every time something like this happens I am always seeking to find the logic in the situation.  It never occurs to me that there is none.

Her response took her a minute or so.  It was as if speaking had become particularly difficult.   But she eventually forced all of the words out. "Because..... you....... didn't....... read........ enough."

Like I said earlier, I read a lot.  I have since I was 3.  Last night I read for about 30 minutes before going to sleep.  But apparently that wasn't enough to earn the right to slumber.  In my total confusion, I asked, "Read enough of what?"

She was extremely offended by my insolence in asking such a rude and ignorant question.  She groaned for a few seconds before saying angrily, "I'm too tired!"  and rolling over.  I told her I loved her and that I was sorry I made her angry.

So, if you're tired, just ask yourself if you've read enough.  If you haven't, well, don't tell Robyn.