These last couple of weeks I have been preoccupied with writing a magazine story, much of which I accomplished while at a writer’s retreat in Southern Pines.
With the story turned in, and with a lull in the heavy lifting for Durham Atlético, I’ve finally finished Sebastian Junger’s thrilling The Perfect Storm, which is every bit as good as its reputation would suggest.
Nothing really to add, except that I was oddly comforted by his description of what it is like to drown.
Books read this year: 5
Books on the table, already coming due at the library: Three, all about money.