Faithful Reader Carol in Bama sent me a box of books to read on the plane that I'm not on. I opened the box yesterday, and after unpacking my went-nowhere bag, I sat down and started one of the books.
Then I woke up this morning and went back to it.
And that, folks, is pretty much going to be my day. I have nothing to do because I was supposed to be on a plane, and how often do you get that?
A day with nothing to do but read. There is nothing better.
