It’s raining, and I have blisters on my toes–from the cold floors. I honestly thought those were last experienced in Jane Austen novels or Little House on the Prairie, but nope. Here, too.
A student has asked me a great question, and so I am poking around the internets, on a quest.
This weekend, I will be polishing up my university course, hosting my parents (maybe) at my house for the first time in a decade (they’ve only ever visited two places I’ve lived, of the half dozen or so). I will also hopefully make some essay progress, and finish a sweater.