my goodreads account makes for depressing reading this year.
I’ve been singularly unsuccessful in getting through my reading list. A number of stops and starts. Not much to shout about.
Concentration has been at a premium; it’s span getting shorter and shorter all the time. Train rides have been spent with podcasts or simply looking out at the country side.Bedtime now involves being tucked up not with a paperback, but with a copy of private eye or the economist or the LRB. Time spent alone between meetings is more time spent with a screen and that obvious, endless race to scroll to the bottom of the inbox.
Need to get going again.