Easy Sunday

It was one of those almost perfect spring days that Houston has occasionally, mostly clear skies with an occasional cloud just to stave off boredom, a temperature conducive to sitting on the patio most of the day, reading Mark Twain's The Innocents Abroad, sipping cool water and contemplating what a life that man led, and how much things have changed from his lifetime to mine. I have read that that book changed the nature of travel books for good, and indeed it is a kind of personal keepsake, a long, rambling, never boring tale as much rooted in who Twain was as in what he did. Travel narrative as statement of opinion is a new concept for me.

In any case, I have no current events to comment on, because I haven't done my homework today. Absorbing the sunshine, watching the birds and squirrels, and making another tiny dent in my four-foot shelf of Twain's works, collected a volume at a time over decades, will have to do. I hope your day, whatever you did with it, was as satisfying as mine!