Actually, ten pages per day of Proust is a fairly ambitious goal, unless one has scads of leisure, and who has that.
I haven't read anything for the past ten or so days. Life intrudes. Lately, while sipping a late afternoon glass of wine, I fall asleep in front of the food channel. When I wake up, I don't know where I am (the living room). How can this be?
Read this: http://charlesmatthews.blogspot.com/2009/11/proust-project.html