Excuses, excuses

Current book: Midnight's Children
Pages read: Um, none.

Ok, so I didn't read anything today. I promise I have a really good excuse, though. Or at least a sort of passable one. What happened is this: my phone rang at 8:45 this morning with the supposedly good news that I wouldn't be needed at work until 10:30. This would, in fact, have been good news if I had known that I was supposed to be at work at all today, but, instead, as an unknowing sleepy person, was pretty much totally suck. Instead of a free Saturday at the end of vacation, then, what I got was an obnoxious four-and-a-half hour chunk of my Saturday erased. Add to this the fact that the highway that I take to get to work was closed today because they're demolishing some bridge above it, but failed to inform anyone (and by anyone, I mean me) of this important detail. Point being, it was not a good day. I just didn't have the capacity for wandering magical realism. Nor, really, the time. I shall return to flippant literary analysis tomorrow, like a good girl.