As my sweetie and I traverse the final leg of our journey to New Mexico and back, I have a moment here in Union Station to reflect on our vacation. It was a good one. We poked around Santa Fe, took in the Black Hole and the Los Alamos Historical Museum, did a bit of shopping and had a big, if belated, Christmas dinner.
But the main thing I did was read. I could have spent the time writing or working on any number of projects, but instead I opened up a book and settled in. When that book was done, I opened another. And another. Perhaps in the next few hours I’ll compose a review of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and its sequels. I certainly have a few things to say about them.
More likely, however, as we wend our way up the coast on the Pacific Surfliner, is that I’ll open up a book.