Last week, I had a two-day weekend. A legitimate two-day weekend, that is. Not one that I got permission from my boss to take, which is also legitimate because permission is requested and granted, but the trouble with permission-walla two-day weekends is they are always shot through with a faint feeling of guilt, as though I were skiving off work. Read more
To all those who have complained on this blog about having more books at home than they’ve read, and yet they are still buying more, I have something to say. Read more
Whichever queue you join anywhere, it’s the one that moves the slowest.
Whenever you get to the airport early, the flight is delayed. Read more