Semester is done (except for that incomplete)
I submitted the stupid paper and drove home. For once, I didn’t need to make 50 million stops to sleep. I also got very little of my book read (Ruth Rendell, The babes in the wood), but I did listen a fair bit to Jann Arden’s Happy?, which is a nice cd. In the “very depressing” sense, at least.
I have to say that driving a little car in raging winds at night in the mountains is not fun. I didn’t think it would be, but I am now quite sure of this.