not into fiction

This morning I was back on the Katy. It was cold and I mistakenly thought I had a pair of riding gloves in my car but that was my old car and they were obviously were not in my new car. I made do by pulling the sleeves of my sweatshirt down over my hands. After fourteen miles I managed to warm up. I ate an apple and headed home. I spent the rest of my afternoon reading Gone Girl. Honestly, it's not that great. I'm just not a fiction reader!