Going to my monthly New Yorker Magazine meetup.com group tonight.
A bunch of middle-aged ladies who want to gossip about politics and me in the Central Market cafe. Too bad Dart (our tram system) rarely has two tracks passing each other or I could maybe live this, my favorite cover moment (by Adrian Tomine), on the way.
I haven’t finished any of the stories in the past month’s additions. Ever interrupt your reading to start writing whateversomething the reading has suddenly inspired?