Wow, a milestone

That last spitball was number 300. I am as tired today as I felt blessed yesterday. I haven't read a great deal in the last 24 except for 40 pages in the Waugh, which I want to end and most of the latest Believer. Is it my imagination or do they review an unusual percentage of emaciated books, many under 180 pages? I am looking forward to a quiet evening at the Jazz Factory and hopefully sumptuous slumber. My rereading of Europe Central begins tomorrow.