61kVTtyM8sL._SX330_BO1,204,203,200_Been a while since I read a real good page turner. 100 pages in and Paul Tremblay’s Disappearance at Devil’s Rock is exactly that.

Bonus: It takes place in and around Borderland State Park in MA, a place I know.

Hiked into a 100 year old abandoned train tunnel in Clinton, MA this morning. The 1,100-foot-length tunnel was surprisingly dark once you got a ways into it. Even my flashlight app did little to dispel the dark. Add that to the constantly dripping water from the roughly carved tunnel ceiling and my overdeveloped fear of rats, which I was sure I’d run into at any moment and it made for a creepy little hike.


Finally broke down and bought a kindle. Read my first book this afternoon, a true crime story called The Brick Slayer by Harold Schechter. The book was meh, but I think I could get used to this e-reader thing.



My latest find is The Penguin Modern Box set, 50 mini-books with bite size selections from some of the most important modern authors. Planning on making my way through this collection over the course of the next 12 months and deciding which authors I want to take a deep dive into.

For those Lord of the Rings fans out there:

“What we need is a million Rivendells. Be the light for those your light can reach.” – Gordon White

I really love this. What can I do this weekend to be my own version of Rivendell? It’s a question worth asking.

One thing I have noticed about owning your own business, even a simple one, like my micro-business, is that you always feel like you should be working on it. Taking time completely to yourself induces feelings guilt, or sloth.

No one tells you this. All you ever hear is that being your own boss is great. Having a side hustle is great. Work from home. Make your own hours. Unfortunately, those hours are often never ending.

Not that I am really complaining. I want the business to be a success. I just wish it were less psychically draining sometimes.


What we plant in the soil of contemplation, we shall reap in the harvest of action.

To be full of things is to be empty of God. To be empty of things is to be full of God.

~Meister Eckhart

Almost sounds like new age positive thinking until you realize this mystic lived 800 years ago. As an antidote to modern American Christianity I can’t recommend him highly enough.

After starting off the school year in a heat wave (my room has hovered around 96 degrees F) today’s forecast of 74 and dry air is a blessing from heaven. May even get out for a run this afternoon.