December Irony

Of course it so happens that I try to read one of the most thrilling books of the year at the end of the year when I have other plans every damn day. If I didn’t have to get ready to go to the opera (no, your eyes are fine, I’m actually going to the opera tonight) (no, really, I am) I’d be in bed turning pages of „The Historian“. But I can’t.

And tomorrow we’re driving down to Darmstadt to spend New Year’s Eve with our friends there. So I can’t read again. At least come next year I’ll spend plenty of time on trains, so that’s something to look forward to. I guess.