It is a dark and stormy Saturday morning; I am sitting at the dining room table writing, sipping coffee, and enjoying the view outside of the barn, the field of corn out beyond it, and the trees swaying in the wind as rain falls from the dark clouds. The tapping sound of rain on the windows adds to a cozy mood; my husband is sitting on the sofa in our dining room reading the paper by the warm glow of a lamp, the giant English Mastiff is at his feet, while Blu is laying beside of me. I hear the low rumble of The Duke (my son’s English Bulldog) snorning in my studio. I need to fetch a pair of socks, because there is a draft that is making me cold.

This morning my Kindle reader is on my mind. My husband gave it to me for my birthday back in August, and I have been surprised by my feelings of love and attachment to this wonderful electronic device. Of all the electronic devices and gadgets the surround me today, the Kindle is the one that really stands out as being something much different in my mind. It doesn’t actually seem to be very electronic, in fact, I refer to it as my “book”, not my “Kindle” and I take it with me everywhere in the house, in the car … it is my constant companion.

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