The Gravy Pot

I'm going to attempt an experiment here with this particular reading adventure. My nephew Shawn gave me this book a couple of years ago.  He knows the struggles I'm having with depression and anxiety and gifted it to me in hopes of trying to help tame the fire that singes my soul on a fairly regular basis.  Since I've been off work due to mental health issues for almost a year now, within my abundance of time I took up reading, of which I've always considered myself to be the slow, drifting type of reader.  But I granted myself patience, and upon picking up the first book a little while ago, just tasked myself to re-read passages that weren't quite 'connecting' with me.  My attention span is admittedly rather short.  This is not some kind of admission of stupidity or something silly like that on my part.  A lot of non-readers would claim this same trait too, I suspect. But as I languish in solitude often during these days in the age of Covid, upon tidying th