Catching up, forever Ever start uncontrollably sweating when you look at your TBR pile? I mean, uhm, metaphorically? I know I’ve been, lately. Not that it affects my purchasing decisions, of course. Like: E. and I went to Seattle back in May. By ourselves. Without the kids. “Without the kids” hasn’t been part of our functional vocabulary since before the pandemic. Or even since before there were kids to be without. The one thing I wanted to do that week was drink all the local beers. Came close! I also wanted to visit every local bookshop in walking distance; I’ve done a lot of