Yesterday I tried to avoid my mailbox.

I knew there would be an Economist waiting. I just finished last week’s Economist, barely in time to start this new one. The one from the week before awaits me in the bathroom.

I used to love the Economist, when I only bought it in airports. I used to look forward to flights, when I could spend the trip reading about things I have never heard of. For only $5, I could get enough reading to last through an entire weekend conference trip.

But now…I’ve only been a subscriber for a month. I’m not sure I can keep this pace up.