Kage Baker had no compunctions about declaring a day off. Especially when it was “off” like a bad egg or elderly milk – and some days are like that, you know, they just stink; and they make you ill if you foolishly indulge in them.
So Kage would toss them out and, usually, take off. Driving out somewhere was her favourite solution to such days.
My solution is to read. Mind you, if I still had the opportunity, I would choose driving out with Kage Baker – there was a wider choice of worlds in a day trip with her than in the fiction section of The Doctor’s Library. So my Kindle is a feeble candle indeed compared to the fire in Kage’s brain.
On the other hand, it is a light in a dark place. And I just downloaded a brand new book on the decoding of the Neanderthal genome, Neanderthal Man, by Svante Paabo, which will be perfect for a slow, dim, spring afternoon. And I have Girl Scout cookies.
So – class dismissed, Dear Readers. Whatever your personal class is today. I advise you to grab a companion – bound or unbound – and vanish into another dimension for a while. No one will mind. I promise.