So after aforementioned rain dance last night, sushi was eaten and the National Spelling Bee finals were watched.
I’ve abandoned my OCD note taking on history tomes and have been reading some very enjoyable fiction. I’ve never read Nick Hornby’s more famous books (About A Boy, High Fidelity) and I hated How to Be Good, but Long Way Down was very, very good.
You have to accept a dose of plot contrivance, but I didn’t find it to be heavy handed. It’s oddly moving and filled with all these little bits of hope and grace, and I wish I had my copy here, because I kept coming across these paragraphs that I wanted to write down.
Anyway, data entry awaits me for now, but I shall return with pictures and tales of DC. Visiting DC has spoiled New York museums for me, because I adore being able to waltz in and out of the Smithsonian’s (and yes, I make donations.)
