i’ve got two weeks off, so i’m going out of town for a few days, starting tomorrow. vacation, glorious vacation!
it’s my uncle’s 75th birthday, so i’m going to celebrate with him and the family at his spread in the desert of southern california. aside from the quintessential road trip, this getaway provides the perfect opportunity to catch up on some reading, preferably while sitting near the pool with a margarita (everyone in the desert has a pool, it seems; it’s the equivalent of wearing black in san francisco).
ok, so i’ve got some dedicated reading time; all that remains is to pick the books to fill this temporal gap, and then i’m off to wherever it is the words take me.
if only it were that easy.