I started and finished reading The Painter by Peter Heller over the course of the trip. It was an interesting story, not as good as The Dog Stars but a little less irritating to read. At least there were quotation marks for dialogue in this one, although still not enough commas. I would also dearly love to cure the author of the tendency to. Break. Sentences in random places. For effect.
I'm also almost all the way through Master Of None, which has been surprisingly gripping. I started it yesterday morning! And I finished When It's A Jar before I left, which I enjoyed quite a bit—mostly for the weird touches. Killing a dragon with a breadknife! Goblin universe newspaper reporting!
On the way back down I-5, we stopped for gas in the town of Rogue River, which we have never done before. Please, let us remember for future reference that the Rogue River Chevron station has a store cat! It's a plump little black cat who sits in front of the gas station minimart, looking for random petting and treats. One of the employees says the cat has been there eight years now. Our son and I both had to stop to pet her, and thought about our own fat little black cat, waiting for us at home in the garage and wondering where all the warm laps had gone.
I hope you're all recovering from the holidays (the first one, at least), and not too snowed-in or otherwise weather-afflicted. :)