Yesterday I was reading a book and it was nearly time to close it and get going with other things. I was approaching the climax of the story, you know, the point where they carry out the plan and they will either succeed and all will be well, or fail and be dead. I had a choice: I could keep reading and finish the book but risk being interrupted in the middle of the Big Scene, or… and I will not keep you in suspense, this is the choice I made… Stop reading and save it until another time in the day when all the things are done, and I know I will be able to sit there and read without being interrupted. It’s a classic example of delayed gratification. And it’s worth it.