That's a big reason I got home this afternoon instead of, say, Saturday morning, after I'd delivered unneeded (for now) stuff of mine to Mom and Dad's home. I drove to work Friday, car trunk full of books and photo albums, then after work headed southwest to Dundee. Mom and Dad are on a trip at the moment, so the house and all the books in it were mine from Friday night on. Including Sue Grafton's Kinsey Millhone series, which I've been working through (recently) at the rate of about two a year, because I don't want to run out. (Among what I was dropping off at the house was 'C' is for Corpse, which disappeared from their collection sometime after I'd read and returned it. The old holes in the collection are filled!)
I pulled the newest-to-me book, 'Q' is for Quarry, Friday night. (Heck, I did so before unloading the big stuff from my car -- I waited until Saturday for that -- because I have priorities. Plus I didn't want heavy lifting that night.) But I don't know when I'd next visit Dundee, and since I might not visit until after I find a new place to live and move to it, I didn't want to bring a book of theirs back to my place. But it's a quick read, and I got the 340-some pages done by Sunday midday. I didn't match the pace I'd managed with my first reading of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which I also read in a weekend but that's 759 pages.
Other stuff done:
TWO MINUTES LATER
OK, where was I...
This is all because I didn't bring a coat to Dundee this time, huh?
Anyway, I'm back (as of 5-ish); more of my stuff's out of my apartment, in prep for (eventually) (soon) moving all of my stuff out of my apartment, including me, because I'm looking for a new place to live. And I had a relaxing time mostly to myself this weekend. And quiet, except for the sports yelling.
* Worst The Rock impression ever!