Reportage

Usual sort of end of the weekdays, hairdos and scenic driving; it was a perfectly warm and sunny day, no need for winter gloves anymore. We hear the ferry lines are already hours long by midday, and traffic is backing up over the mountain passes. Memorial Day weekend never seems long enough to endure such time-wasting. Only helicopter or float planes could get you anywhere in a timely fashion.
Started on a book group pick, Ava, by Carol Maso; it's very different in structure than your usual novel form; more stream of consciousness. Not far enough along to have formed much of an opinion.