About half-past seven, I’m on the living room couch, another cold night but not the coldest of the winter. S is reading a Star Wars book and asking NFL questions (e.g. “Who do you hate more, the Chargers or the Cardinals?”). Cleo is next to me, although she’d probably rather be on my lap. Maybe I should move. I need to write.

Today was tiring but gratifying. I reached work before seven and watered the plants and knocked out my emails before eight. I spent most of the morning preparing for tomorrow’s classes and catching up on odds and ends piling up during the trip. I had to tell the Habitat leader I couldn’t accompany the students on the OK City trip. That was hard. Louie and I did lunch in his office. Another student wanted to talk about a scholarship at 12:45. After that a few students passed through my office, etc. but I felt as if most of the afternoon was productive. I was surprised I wasn’t that busy. Maybe I’m getting the hang of the job. I only needed close to seven years.

I dropped close to a hundred bucks at Costco on the way home. Later M dropped off the van for repairs while I watched the boys and one of the neighbors. I’m tired, more tired than I should be, and I may take some melatonin before I try to sleep. Maybe some Nyquil. Not both, though. Both would be a bad idea.

I’m nearing the end of “Norwegian Wood.” I’m liking the book a lot. I’m curious as to why the novel caused such a stir in Japan. Japanese culture fascinates me. I need to start a separate book file to keep track of what I’m reading. Maybe I’ll do that now. Good night.