trying to read a book

I'm in a mess of boxes and piles and garbage and give-aways.
I'm working hard to get it together and be ready to load our POD in 2.5 weeks (with a 3 day weekend trip to wisconsin planned in there, too.)
I'm kinda stressed.
And kinda not stressed enough.
I want to read a book.
I'm packing and in the corner of the living room a pile of books is calling my name.
It was softly at first, but it's getting louder.
The other day I almost packed them up in a box to shut them up. But I couldn't bring myself to do it!
The back of one of them reads..
"i want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. and i don't want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. i want to eat cold tangerines and sing loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. i want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and i want my everyday to make god belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who lives the gift."

i loved that.
i want that, too.
so i'll make time to read it...maybe on our way to wisconsin?
we'll see.
but seriously, don't you want to read it now, too?
oh...and what's funny...i DID wear pink shoes the other day.
and i loved it!