I know you are thinking to yourself, “Hey, guy, what are you reading these days? Are you even reading? Do you remember how to read?!”

Since you asked, I just finished William Faulkner’s “Absalom, Absalom” and will shortly finish Carl Hiaasen’s “The Downhill Lie.”

You haven’t seen a post about the Faulkner book because the man’s writing style may be deliberately aimed at rendering your brain useless and in my sick state I do not have the capacity to fully tackle that post. Fortunately the Hiaasen book is as easy as it gets — a nice reprieve both on the mental front and in the sense that the other book took forever to get through.

Posts on both books will be up later this week.

To make this entry really worth your while, I’ll share a quick additional note.

On my phone’s “home” screen, there is a little section that tells you the weather for your current location. It updates my location automatically, but not instantly, which can lead to moments where I tell my phone that I am in fact no longer in Washington, D.C. no matter what it says.

But this morning it tried to take things an extra step.

I did in fact leave work in Washington, D.C., aboard a Metro train in the direction of Northern Virginia. Yet when I arrived home, the phone kindly informed me that I was, in fact, in Providence, R.I.

Fortunately it has since realized its error and figured out that my house is exactly where I left it last night.