This weekend we went to my in-laws for our annual fall birthday celebrations. This afforded me considerable time to read in conditions like this:
But for the bugs, it would have been ideal
Between this and the plane flight I had plenty of time to read — and because of it, for the first time in months my "Currently Reading" shelf is now empty! It's giving me a heady sense of freedom, in that, with all of my immediate reading obligations finished it feels as though anything is now possible. I have to reread something for a discussion tomorrow, but after that I think I'll pull something off of my TBR shelf to read for this week. By the time I do that, the deadline for my next podcast will probably dictate what follows.