If anything can be said to be “good” about spending a lot of time in waiting rooms, it’s that one can at least catch up on some reading. I have a stack of things to read, many purchased because I heard about them or their author on The Bob Edwards Show, but normally I don’t have a lot of time to indulge in pleasure-reading. Sitting in a waiting room, however, changes that equation, giving one time to do little else.

So I’ve been catching up a lot. Some of the books have been mind-blowing reads (Mike Wallace’s Between You and Me: A Memoir, a look at interviews conducted over an amazing career written in a highly-accessible and mildly self-depreciating style - only problem with this book is I couldn’t watch the included DVD in a waiting room, so I still haven’t seen it), while others have been bitter disappointments (Andrew Smith’s Moondust: In Search of the Men who Fell to Earth; it’s bad enough the guy interviewed the men who went on the most amazing journey in man’s history and still managed the hubris to make it all about his own uninteresting thoughts, but I kept tripping over simple factual errors in the narrative, errors that would have taken but a few moments of research to correct, calling the accuracy of the book’s quotations into question), but all of them have wiled away time otherwise wasted.

Now that Annie’s home, I won’t have quite as much time to indulge myself in reading. But at least I’ll be able to catch up on my email…