Thank you, love your work, you’re very prolific & speak from experience, obviously. My problem stems from my other areas of my life. It’s my kids, you see. They kinda want attention, food, love, comfort — especially when they’re sick (& they’re just walking germ factories associating with other germ factories). The husband is easier, he helps actually, by doing laundry & cooking & helping with the cleaning. But since he is also the only one with the actual paying job … wince, well, it’s not all that fair to him, is it? I do actually read on the crapper — I escape from the kiddos there, too, & have hemorrhoids to prove it, since I am a prolific reader! I am a woman past middle age (unless I’m gonna live past 100, which, judging from my midsection and cholesterol levels ain’t too likely), so there are certain responsibilities I simply cannot avoid. Forget TV, I’m grateful if my DVR has more than 5 % free space, who has time to watch anything? I’m not complaining, please don’t misunderstand, I love my life, I’m just saying that Stephen King is the exception to most rules, NOT the norm.