July 13, 2010

Ain't it the truth?

After getting home at five in the morning, and leaving a note for Fritz saying I would be down for breakfast at 10:45, I had set the alarm for ten o'clock. That had seemed sensible, but the trouble with an alarm clock is that what seems sensible when you set it seems absurd when it goes off.
Archie Goodwin, "The Rodeo Murder," Three at Wolfe's Door Posted by Linkmeister at July 13, 2010 11:46 AM | TrackBack
Comments

I hope breakfast was good.

Posted by: cassie-b at July 14, 2010 04:20 AM

Rex Stout is so fine!

Posted by: hedera at July 14, 2010 08:31 AM