Momo suggested we meet at Cupcake for coffee yesterday morning, and so we did. You gotta love someone who suggests a place that makes, well, cupcakes at 10 in the morning, and we had a wonderful chat. She turned out to be one of those folks who is both funny and grounded. Afterwards, I headed over to National Camera to drop off some film and print orders. It was sunny for the first time in ages, and I soaked it up through my study window once I got back home to read and prep to teach Mister Husband’s class, which I’ve been spotting while he’s out of town. And then I taught, and they were smart and funny and generally wonderful, and then I went out for pad thai with C. The temperature dropped about a million degrees on the way home, and so I went straight to bed, piling up under three blankets and finishing The Accidental Tourist.

All of it was lovely, and the outside-ness of it all makes me perfectly fine with staying in all day today, dissertating and laundering and watching the cloudiness and cold outside the windows and talking to pretty much no one.

(Don't all bakery restrooms feature muffin tins with penguins? No?)