Sunday adventures

You'd think I'd be better at reading bus schedules by now. A 3 and 0 really don't look all that much alike. So, I went to the grocery store, got there a little early and then there was almost no wait in the check-out line, so I got done way early. Headed out to the bus stop anyway because once you've got the perishables and the 20lbs of crap in your back pack, there's really not much else to do. Got to the bus stop at 11:30 with the expectation that a bus would be coming at 12:08. Forty minutes, but I had bright shiny new books to read, so I figured it wouldn't be that bad. Except, of course, I misread the schedule, and the bus was scheduled at 12:38, came at something round about 12:40. So, an hour and ten minutes at the bus stop. This is why I find it so painfully difficult to drag myself out to the grocery store (it's no better on Saturdays, the bus actually seems to run less frequently on Sat, although it has a much shortened route on Sunday).

On the plus side, having read both Rocket Boys and The Android's Dream this past week, I stopped at the bookstore to browse around and pick up some new things to read. At B's recommendation, I picked up Richard Feynman's Six Easy Pieces, and then got a Martha Grimes mystery for my literary dessert. At the rate I'm going, my sadly depleted bookshelves will once again be full to bursting very soon.