Usually I can grab a few unclaimed minutes during the day to write out a blog but now I have been sucked into a novel even worse, it's in English so I don't get worn out from reading it and thus keep my reading time down. Worse again the protagonist is messed up so reading it makes me feel glum. Why can't I find myself a nice, happy uplifting book in complicated Spanish? But I found this on Dennis's shelves and want to finish it before we leave for Lake Placid, NY (Brian and I are house/dog sitting for Dennis while he is in Germany). The troublesome book is Edward Abbey's "The Fool's Progress." Good writing but depressing, I do not recommend it.