Crack of Dawn at the Down Home Diner

I'll be headed to New York City at the crack of dawn tomorrow, student essays in my bag, a client on the docket, and the chance, at long last, to meet someone whose words have always been dear to me.  I'll roll back home under the cover of dark.  I'll sleep past dawn on Saturday.  If all goes well I'll steal an hour from the weekend, maybe two, and read.  I have so many books here that are begging for a read.