Another End

The semester is rapidly coming to a close now, and I have fewer and fewer pressing tasks to complete. Feels good. I look forward to doing things aimlessly in the next few days. No plan, no desired outcome. I don't do that enough.

I've had the chance to do a bit more pleasure reading, too. Mostly on train rides to and from campus - that hour and a half I no longer have to fill with readings for class. Ah, pleasure reading. My dear pet. I'm just finishing up Ann Patchett's Bel Canto, my progress slowed by the occasional and distracting desire to rip pages out of the book and eat them. Those words. Those passages. What a beautiful book.