Traveling

Heading to Houston. I'm clueless as what to expect other than cold weather. I'm already smiling.

I'm avoiding family this year, but unlike previous holidays, I'm not cowering in the kitchen corner shielded by a flipped table and armed with a pan and cleaver.

I need a new book. I've been circulating two short story collections (Dying for Tomorrow, Fragile Things) and an omnibus (Sherlok Holmes). It's been a delight, but now I have an exigency for a single literary constant.

I may have to take chance with this next one.