Sports Illustrated and TV Guide, the latest victims in my quest to rid myself of things I don’t need.
Over the past year, I have been so busy (and so migraine-y) that I just have not had the time to commit to weekly pubs. The monthly ones are OK, but the weeklies were giving me a guilt complex, and they’re expensive.
So I let those subscriptions expire. For some reason, even though I canceled in February (my address label confirms as much), SI continues to arrive in my mailbox every week. At least I’m not paying for it, I guess, but seriously, when will it stop?! TV Guide was a little more serious: When they said “this is your last issue,” it really was. Thank God.
Now I’m left with CURE, Chicago Magazine, Honolulu Magazine, Mental Floss, Vine Line, The Heckler and a scientific journal. All are keepers.
