What I’m reading: I finished Endless Things
, by John Crowley, this weekend, but I have so much work to do on my Top Companies issue that I’m probably only going to be reading 10-Ks and annual reports for the next week or so. Oh, and some more Cromartie High School.
What I’m listening to: Boxer
, by the National.
What I’m watching: Sumo marathon on ESPN Classic.
What I’m drinking: An awful lot of Hendrick’s G&Ts; that’s trade show life for ya!
Where I’m going: Nowhere. In fact, I’ll probably be working at home much of the week.
What I’m happy about: That my flight home from San Diego was only 40 minutes late. Oh, and that my wife and my dog were waiting both for me at the top of the stairs when I walked in the door at 1:45am on Saturday.
What I’m sad about: George Carlin died last night.
What I’m pondering: Which of my neighbors left a Jack Chick tract in my mailbox entitled, Love the Jewish People. Don’t get me wrong; it’s pretty awesome, even if it doesn’t reach the heights of Dark Dungeons. That’s the problem the history-oriented tracts have when they match up with the comic-narrative ones. Of course, this was the all-time awesomest. (I’m pretty sure I know which neighbor it was.)