Yesterday was my first day back from vacation.
I'd spent most of Monday weeding the inbox down to a managable number and creating a To Do list to choke a shark.
Got to the office at the crack of yawn to start in.
And realized it's pub day for the new Jack Reacher novel.
The novel that is sitting here on my desk, tempting me. Tormenting me.
What kind of idiot was I to come back on pub day for the latest Lee Child novel?