I had a decent post all worked out, done during some slow moments at work, but of course, since this is Burundi, the network went down and I couldn't email my post notes to myself to work on at home. Plus, now, I've been at Book Club and have had a bit of wine, so I can't recraft the post.
I like reading, and I enjoy the people at Book Club, and in theory I enjoy Book Club, but why does it always seem like such a chore? Once I come home I realize I've had a good time, but there's something about the label "book club" that's off-putting.
More on this later. It's time for bed.