One of the many things I’ve been neglecting these past few weeks (thanks to my adorable yet incredibly time-consuming puppy) is my New Yorker subscription. I was doing really great before the pup arrived. I think I was only a couple issues behind, which is pretty good in New Yorker terms. Now? Let’s just say I’m gonna need a little while to catch up to where I was before. But since today is my birthday, and since the sun was out and my dog was asleep, I took myself to a Starbucks patio with the current issue of the New Yorker, featuring David Plunkert’s “Blowhard” on the cover. It felt really good to have some me time, particularly on my birthday. I even got an extra shot of espresso, because why the hell not.
What are you reading?