I‘m going to look at an apartment in Decatur tomorrow morning, which I’m obviously excited about. The only real downside I can think of compared to my current living arrangement is I’ve been getting a ton of reading done on the bus ride from Scarietta to Midtown. With nothing else to do but read on the bus, it’s easy to keep the discipline necessary to sit still that long. Without that 45-minute commute two or three days per week (some nights I stay at the GDGF’s place and don’t leave Midtown), I worry I’ll relapse into barely reading at all in my spare time — especially with that shiny new TV I just bought from Big Box to distract me. So it goes. Anyway, here are the books I’ve managed to knock out during the past three months on my bus ride downtown:

And I started The World Is Flat: A Brief History of the Twenty-first Century this morning. I must think of a way to maintain the momentum I’ve built up during these commutes when there is no commute to force me to do it…

UPDATE: I had forgotten to list the Paul Hemphill book originally.