I’ve been enjoying my summer so much that I’ve hardly talked about any books. Or read many, for that matter. Last year I read 356 books, and as of this morning I’m only up to 192 this year. That’s a long way to go to beat last year’s record, so I decided it’s time to face the music and think about books again. Thinking about books means thinking about work, which means thinking about going back to work. So you can see why my brain resists.
Archive: August 21, 2009