The Deadly Percheron

After months of positioning my laptop at or above head-level, precipitously on dressers, or cardboard boxes or miscellaneous objects, near the window in my room, just to tap into the free neighbourhood wireless broadband signal, I discover I can sit with my computer, back to the window by the edge of my bed, and still pick up the signal. The trade off: I couldn't watch the movie The Illusionist, which I had borrowed from my fiancée, because the volume of dialogue plays too low to hear capably with some DVDs on this computer. I was disappointed severely, considering I watched Salton Sea a few weeks ago without any troubles from the audio department.

I haven't slept tonight but I kept awake reading John Franklin Bardin's 1946 novel, The Deadly Percheron, from start to finish. The day before, I finished reading Cormac McCarthy's No Country For Old Men after a week's worth of time. What's next? Perhaps a Mario Puzo novel.