Time to Read

I have a new job!  I work in San Francisco now, which is a 45-60 minute train ride away, depending on which train I catch.  If I time it right and catch the “Baby Bullet,” there are only four stops between me and the city.  (I love the Baby Bullet.) 

Two trains a day = at least 90 minutes on the train each day.  That’s 450 minutes of reading each week.  That’s right: I just added 7.5 hours of reading time to my week.

Of course, I hadn’t worked full time since February, and last week (my first week of an additional 7.5 hours of reading time) I was dog meat most days on the train.  Friday I think I slept on the way there and back.  I tried to pick through some Stephen Covey, but that was way too much work for my tired little head. 

Last night in the bath, I finally started Dear and Glorious Physician.  I’m only a short way in, but I already knew this fundamental truth: always trust book recommendations from Dad.

I’m open to other suggestions, as well.  I’ve got some time to fill.