I have begun reading The Lord Of The Rings for the tenth time. Bliss… I haven’t read it since about this time last year, so I guess I am due.

Frodo is in Bag End, hemming and hawing about leaving and Gandalf is still with him.

I am once again slipping into Tolkien’s world, and I already know it’s rich and vibrant. It’s like going to see a good friend.