Words Per Mile

I’m hitting the road tomorrow, going to drive between 10 and (God forbid) 18 hours over the next five days.

It’ll be a slog.

Writing is a slog right now.

Reading is a breeze.

Reading is a high-speed train that gets me somewhere, at least.

But U.S. public transit is sadly lacking, and I have to get off the train at some point.

Happy Thanksgiving, one and all.