Book Switching

So I’m not going to be reading The End of the Affair just now.  I started it, but it begins with the guy in the affair kind of mocking the husband of affair-ee.  Not in the mood for that.  So I tried E.M. Forster’s The Longest Journey.  That one is full of 1907 English colloquialisms, references to things probably easily understandable in 1907 England, and what I suspect are inside jokes of 1907 English vintage.  Too iconoclastic.

So I’ve switched to something easier to understand:  Carlos Castenada’s The Eagle’s Gift.

(That's an inside 2010 American joke.)

Substitute bus driver again this morning.  As I got on he asked “Am I early?”  “I don’t know,” said I.

No watch.  No cel phone.  Plus, I forget what time the bus is supposed to arrive.  I leave the house at 6:42, and usually wait on the corner a few minutes.  Seemed about normal today.  

Quite cold still in the morning, but warm in the afternoon.  Hard to dress for.