Living in a city with a highly efficient public transportation system, life on the metro has come to feel just like life in a car. Going from bus to bus is perfunctory. I come home unable to remember the trip there. I feel stressed every time a "metro cop" flashes his badge in my face, in the same way I would when spotting a police car in a speed trap. And when I'm late for something, I have the same impatience for slow walkers that I do for rush hour traffic.
I was going to write about this young woman I know, but I'm having a hard time getting my thoughts together. Let me just say that I find myself in a position where how much fun I have, or how much I enjoy something, is noticeably affected by whether she's around or not.
Okay, Jane Austen fans, March is here and so is the second installment of the reading schedule. So today I will begin reading Sense and Sensibility. So go to your private library, your public library, or your local book store and get you a copy because the reading starts now.