My level of busy has ticked up quite a bit. Earlier in the year when I was doing all my tutorials I was thinking: See? You have plenty of time to do this kind of stuff.
And now that I’ve got more going on and I’m a little more tired in my free time I’m thinking: D’oh. You had more energy because you weren’t doing anything.
It’s all good. Did I mention that we subscribed to The New Yorker?
We’ve subscribed before and I loved it except: the dang thing comes every week. I get really worked up if I have a pile of magazines stacked by the bed. And no, I can’t get rid of them without reading them. It’s like you don’t know me.
I gave up 3 other subscriptions that I was not loving (but only arrived monthly or bi-monthly) and Bob nudged me. And I am loving this magazine.
It’s perfect bus reading. The writing is terrific. So many topics I didn’t even know I wanted to read about. And if it’s something I’m less interested in I can scan through a section or two and move on with my life.
If I have one complaint it’s that the fiction has been underwhelming except for the Zadie Smith story. More good fiction!
Bob said we’re finally grown up enough that the cartoons are funny.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” I said.