I caught the seven o’clock train this morning, and I have to admit it didn’t occur to me until I was almost out the door that it would still be dark at that hour. I’ve been getting another train, about an hour later, recently, so it was a novel experience to be up and about before the sunrise. And then to be coming back home before the sun had set. Those of you with longer commutes, or with earlier starts to your work day, or who are just more often more punctual than I am, won’t think there’s anything so amazing about that. And it’s not like I’ve never been gone to work in the dark. Just not in recent memory.
And, really, that’s the most exciting thing that happened all day, so…
I did finish reading Michael Swanwick’s Stations of the Tide. I liked it, mostly. I think it has a lot of good, and weird, ideas floating around in a feverish mix, but I’m not convinced it ever quite comes together. Still, it won a Nebula when it was published, and it did leave me kind of wanting to read his earlier book Vacuum Flowers, which I understand is very loosely connected.
That was Friday.