It may seem ridiculously small, but,

to me it is significant.

I have not been able to read a book or any part thereof, in this house, for a year (plus?)

That's a problem.
Emotionally, of course.
But even practically.
Because how can I get all my reading done? (Ex. 1000 pages for work by next week).
I cannot become/stay dependent on MA for her house every time I have to read!

But -
yesterday evening,
I read.
Here.
Like 3 pages, but I *did it!*

Now I KNOW I can do it again.
And more.

And "waiting for the fireplace" is the new bs excuse. But I recognize it as such.
One does not NEED a fireplace in order to read!

I shall do some today!

So reading 3 pages here, alone, yesterday, was an accomplishment.