Bill and I just got back from dinner at Stanford’s. Now he’s on the couch, already sleeping, and I‘m trying to keep my eyes open long enough to write a short post. The tension and chaos of finals week—and of not having more that 5-6 hours of sleep for any one night for the past 2-3 weeks—has finally caught up with me and I feel ready to melt into my bed.
It’s really cold here—supposed to be 20-ish tonight. My Alaska daughter is probably scoffing of this characterization of “really cold.” But like everything else, it’s all relative.
I had a nice day. Had breakfast with my very good friend, Amanda, and then got some shopping done. Also went by the main post office to mail Katie a box o’stuff. (Kate: it should arrive at your office on Monday!)