You know the feeling you are reading a book, perhaps even one that you are enjoying, and suddenly, work, family life, a problem, a phone call, a meal, something interrupts it. The book gets put down, maybe just for a minute, but sometimes for longer, as life takes us down on a path away from the book and the original distraction leads us from one thing to another. Suddenly a day or maybe a week has passed by and the book is seen in passing reminding us that it un-finished, but somehow always at a time when that moment isn’t the time to sit down and finish it. We think to ourselves, well I certainly do, I will finish that later.
But what if we don’t have a later, and what if the thing put down isn’t a book?
