A bad time to read a book on meditation and mindfulness is when one has food poisoning. Because it's really depressing to read about how important it is to exist fully in the present moment when the present moment is filled with intestinal distress.
There may be more to this book than that, but I'm only about 20 pages in, and I'm giving up for now. I can't take it anymore.
Instead, I think I will weave in sock ends.