I’m beginning to do something I’ve never done before—look ahead in the book I’m reading to see what happens 10 or 20 pages ahead. I never used to do this. Damn, I maturely read Bill Clinton’s autobiography page by page, through his days of rubbing elbows with political greats in the 1960’s, and never once jumped ahead to scan the pages for the phrase “blue dress”.

Am I drawn to read ahead because my own current situation is so stagnant? The lawyer won’t be back until Tuesday, and there still is no date set for the mediation.

Meanwhile, I have a book sitting in my lap. Someone else’s whole story is right here. It’s at my command. I can know any part of it.

I don’t know what’s ahead for me.

But I know that Sister Carrie will soon be on a train with Hurstwood.