The mom had surgery today, which meant that I dropped her off in St. Paul, then doodled around Minneapolis for awhile until it was time to pick her up. I spent most of that time in a Dinkytown coffeeshop, reading Love in the Time of Cholera. I can't decide if I like the book or not, but I know two things for sure: 1) it's compelling enough that I HAVE to keep reading it once I start, and 2) it's FICTION, which I almost never have time to read anymore.

There has been much grading to do, much reading to do, and much crochet to do, so there has been very little blogging done for the past couple of days. I'm still alive, though. Just so you know.