Currently reading: My Father, the Pornographer by Chris Offutt 📚. Well-told, great details, and he takes his time unfurling the discoveries and weaving them in with his memories. But God, what a harrowing childhood he and his siblings had. Told with a tone of rather tired remembrance; there’s love there, sometimes (for his friends, his siblings, his mother), but little joy.

Finished audiobook: I Must Say by Martin Short 📚 We’d started listening to this last year and I finished it solo last night. Audiobook is the best way to experience Short as he does the voices, the characters, the singing, and his timing is exquisite. The middle career years are a bit of a slog, though he tipped me to some movies of his I’d never heard of. But the book’s heart is his relationship with his wife of 30 years, Nancy; the book’s last long sections detailing her cancer treatments and death were hard, tender, and full of love. I was so moved by his last conversation with Nancy that closes the book, and how his relationship with her was neverending (the book was written four years after her death). Come for the great showbiz stories, yes, but stay for the heart and the person.

When does vacation start?

For my wife, the vacation starts when we’re on the way to the airport. For me, vacation starts after all the mechanics and problem-solving of travel are behind me – TSA check, rental car, unfamiliar highways, how does the shower work, etc. That first meal after all these problems are behind me is when vacation starts for me.