Isolation

Restricted 'net access has its plus side. After yet another Monday of canceled meetings and tedious test definition all I am usually up for is TV and a cruise down the infobahn (whatever happened to that term? - it seems totally forgotten). That means I don't get so much reading done during the week - the weekends are when I get most of it done. However, last night provided 50 channels and nothing to watch scuppering the TV and a trashed hard disk stopping the computer based fun. Instead I read The Lighthouse by P. D. James. I thought it was time to switch genres for a while.

( Blah blah about the novel )