I dreamed last night that Richard Gilmore (from the show Gilmore Girls) was my father-in-law and that Mary and I were visiting for a weekend. He kept ranting about how I should get a real job, and I accidentally dropped about eight spoons down the garbage disposal. Details beyond that are fuzzy.
Barth is still coming along, though extensive trips to Mary’s school and excessive Madden playing (and enervating Christmas shopping) have kept my reading time to a minimum. I don’t know if I’m burnt out or what. Perhaps I can turn that around today and have a dazzling take on Barth’s final chapters tomorrow morning. We’ll see.
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