I stayed up way past my bedtime last night just to finish reading Terry Southern's Candy. I must say: it was a dated piece of your dad's pornography. I could tell at points that I was supposed to laugh knowingly, or have certain epiphanies when characters couldn't resist's Candy's sexual allure. But all I could think was why am I wasting my time reading this?
So now I'm in between books. I'll most likely choose something to read before the day is through. I'll carry half a dozen books to work with me with the hopes that one of them will grab me before I have to start working.
My son Justin is coming over for his stay starting today. This week he'll be with us for ten days, so we'll have to find some fun stuff to do during that time. I'll be taking him to observe an Aikido class this Saturday morning. At this point I think he could more benefit from a modern dance class, but I'll have to do some research to that end.
Tim to drag myself to work, with a brief pause to consume some sort of lunch.