One of those days…I was trapped at home most of the morning. We’re in that transitional stage where the snow and ice melt during the day, but then freezes solid overnight, almost instantaneously, so it was kind of pretty — sidewalks covered with rippled ice, for instance — but just too dangerous to walk on. So I stayed home and pounded together some cheap furniture I’d ordered to fill in a gap in our bedroom. That’s right, I spent my birthday doing manual labor.
Then the thrill was supposed to come at dinner: we have a brand new restaurant in Morris! Just in time for my birthday! So we went out to China Panda.
It was terrible. Slow service, and they committed that awful sin of serving my wife 10 minutes after they served me. And my food was cold to lukewarm (not because I waited, either). Very disappointing. I give up.
So while I was waiting and waiting and waiting in the restaurant, I did accomplish something: Tuchman’s The Guns of August: The Outbreak of World War I was available for only $4 for my kindle, so I downloaded that, and read the first couple of chapters before my meal arrived. I’m going to sit down and read some damn fine writing before bed, which should help.