I turned the book in at 4:00 this afternoon.

Classes start tomorrow.

Two good omens:
  1. On the way home, African drummers were playing on the train.
  2. After dinner, the beloved toddler clambered up on the couch, looked at the long line of hardback diaries and letters, each with a tiny picture on its spine, and said, “fir… fir…Virginia Woolf.

I wonder what happens next. In any case, see you Monday.