Back to Eastern Time, work, and blogging

Last night on my Northwest flight from the Twin Cities to Reagan, I finished a very funny book purchased while home for the holidays. John Blumenthal's Millard Fillmore, Mon Amour is the tale of a neurotic SoCal 30-something who tries desperately to make sense of life and love -- all the while, trying to finish his comprehensive 10-volume biography of the largely-forgotten (and forgettable) 13th POTUS. In some sense, I suppose I could say that it's Monk meets me.

If it's a novel, I finish it (more or less) in one "sitting," and it's not written for fourth graders, it's gotta be good, so I highly recommend that you give it a read.