Today was pretty much exactly like yesterday, except for the cold and the rain. Although, rumor has it, we can expect more of that — and possibly even snow — tomorrow and the rest of the week.
I did forget my train ticket this morning, one of the main drawbacks of using it as a bookmark rather than keeping it someplace like in my wallet. I’ve been reading Kathleen Ann Goonan’s Mississippi Blues and, I have to admit, not really enjoying it. I remember Queen City Jazz, to which this is a direct sequel, but maybe not too well. And what I am remembering suggests, the problems I’m having now, were some of the same problems I had with the first book, just amplified or underlined by that series of slight disconnect.
Anyway, I decided to give the book a break, if not give up on it altogether, and I left it at home. I didn’t realize until I was on the train, though, that I’d also left my monthly ticket with it. So I bought another on the train, and then a return peak ticket when I got to Penn Station.
Which is about the extent of excitement for my day.