Back To Books

As I was flying home from L.A. on Saturday, I realized just how much I was enjoying the opportunity a six hour flight gave for reading. I couldn't return phone calls. I couldn't check my email. I couldn't post updates on Facebook. And I couldn't do laundry, dishes or any of the other stuff that takes so much time at home. I could essentially write (which I opted not to do), sleep (which I did for about an hour), watch the in-flight movie the airline was showing (wasn't interested) or read.

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