As of today, I am finally caught up on The New Yorker. I'd gotten a bit behind last summer due to a number of things, and since then I've had a stack of back issues at least a month tall. I was reading about Howard Dean the hopeful candidate after he was already out of the race. I was reading movie reviews long after the release date. At times I felt like I was treading water, but I was determined not to give up. So I kept plugging away at it and now there isn't a single unread issue in the house.

Damn, am I bored.