This is a short post because the Internet has slowed to the speed of a rheumatic snail with bunions. This morning, I had to take my car in for repairs related to A/C and ventilation—especially as it’s about to get hot soon. Then I had to drive Martine for an EKG in preparation for a colonoscopy scheduled for next month. I finished one book (Terry Pratchett’s Jingo) and read most of a second (Tony Hillerman’s The Shape Shifter). Within a few minutes, I will watch on old Deep Space 9 re-run hoping for a glimpse of Jadzia Dax or Major Kira Nerys. Then, bed.
Surprisingly I’ve never read anything by Pratchett but I’m a big fan of Tony Hillerman’s Leaphorn and Chee books.
Pratchett was one of the great humorists, but his later books were marred by his descent into Alzheimer’s. Try Small Gods or Feet of Clay for starters.
Thanks, Jim.