Sundays

I don't really have much to report except that I found a Gore Vidal novel under my bed, and I am reading it. If it is yours and you left it here by accident and now I'm stealing it from you, MY BAD. Let me know so I can return.

I spent Friday night with Mom and Dad eating tostadas and birthday cake and talking about teaching, and I spent Saturday sleeping. Now I am having my day of work interspersed with checking the political blogs' reactions to the SC primary. I'm going to head down to Upper-East-Side-land to deposit a check and work in a coffee shop for a while. My life is very simple. Come complicate things for me