I have done this for many years...I reread books, listen again and again to audiobooks and podcast episodes, and rewatch movies and TV shows. I thought it was a symptom of my mental illness. Maybe not.
I am sad that I can't take in all the cats around here. I live in town, and there is a colony (among many, it seems) on our alley that several of us care for.
If I had some millions to spend, I would buy one of the abandoned houses around here and turn it into a cat sanctuary (and I'd endow the local shelter for doggo protection.) Ideally, it would also be a place for unhomed people to work and live as well, if they cared for the cats. That's my dream, really.
At the end of every year I pile up books that I intend to read the next year. I have a shelf set aside for those books.
However, I might read 3 or 4 from that large shelf, and I get distracted by other books not in that pile. I also start reading a book, then see another book and start reading that one, then another and another, and never finish reading any of them.
Still some time left in the year. Going upstairs to read. I'll make lists later.
This is the first part of the shelves we are building in our library. One corner almost done but already full (nonfiction, biography, history, and so forth). The boxes are full of books awaiting the next section. The rest of the room is a hodgepodge of assorted shelves waiting to be replaced.
My beloved and I have been married 29 years today. We met on AOL, long long ago.
I still don't have a firm grasp on how this time thing works.