Spent some time this evening vegging out, face in a book, at my favorite Sbux. Because of some things I heard, I avoided all incarnations of Banana Frappucino and stuck with my customary mocha frapp. Breaking with my usual routine, I did not order it affagato style but took it straight up.
On the way home my check engine light came on (the check engine light in my Cabrio is a repeat offender, and a problem which I thought I had eradicated two weeks ago). This put a damper on the evening, as did the torrential downpours that followed me all the way up southeast Pennsylvania's road of death, Route 100.
Still, I actually got to read some tonight so it wasn't a total loss. I'm reading these two books. Started the Connell tonight.