Nemo

Normal, yes; healthy, no.

Years later? Sure.

Months later? Hells to the no.

I read on the toilet, on the bus, while doing dishes. I read while falling asleep at night and whenever I have five minutes alone during the day. I read three or more books at a time, so when I'm not in the mood for one there's two more options to engage with.

But that's me.

You'll read a lot more if you give yourself permission to read things you enjoy. Maybe start with some Terry Pratchett.

Labyrinth!

Each turn you first move one column or row of the gameboard over by one, then move as far as you like along any unobstructed path as you race against other players to collect magiffins in the ever-changing maze.

It's a game that rewards both creative thinking and sabotage. It helps develop strategy and spatial reasoning. It's simple enough for a kindergartner to learn but engaging enough for adults to enjoy even after dozens of games.

Respectfully, that's too early. More than six weeks of Christmas season is just too much.

First Sunday of Advent, no sooner

I'm not. As soon as it is seasonally appropriate to do so I'll be blasting "The Man in the Santa Suit" on repeat.

A one-day ban IS a warning.

Harsh? Yes.

Necessary? Often.

Just a plain fujian black.

Nice try, shapeshifting doppelganger. I already have one evil twin, thanks.

"Freshmen" by the Verve Pipe