I had the extreme privilege to visit Books for Africa again this past week. 

I first blogged about them three years ago, when J and I volunteered to sort and pack with a group on a random Saturday morning. This time, I went with some ladies from our women's organization at work and was reminded how much I enjoyed my time spent here.

It served as a reminder of how fortunate I am to have access to so many books at virtually any moment. It also inspired me to pick up a book more often than I have been recently. I used to read a few chapters every night before bed, but lately, I've been feeling uninspired by every title I pick up. I'm still working my way through my New Year's resolution, though. So that's something, I guess.