A bright but cold and windy Sunday afternoon. Yesterday was much warmer. I stood in the backyard and felt warm, dry crackling grass for the first time in eight months. The last of the stubborn snow piles have nearly disappeared.

This weekend has been decent. What did we do Friday night? I don’t remember. I think I read from “Sputnik Sweetheart” and fell asleep early. That’s right, I fell asleep by seven and woke again at eleven. Then I fell asleep again at three and woke at eight. My mom visited Saturday morning. She was tolerable, I guess, while M took T to baseball practice. S wanted to shoot hoops so my mom and I sat in the alley and watched him shoot. Afterwards S and I crashed on the couch and watched the Brew game together. Later T and I hit the pet store (new collar and brush for Shadow) and the sports store (new baseball glove) before stopping at the library quickly just before the doors closed. I tried to stay up a bit later last night but after finishing “Sputnik Sweetheart” I fell asleep on the couch. M was pissed, I think, and I can’t entirely blame her, but I slept pretty well, waking at four or so and reading and writing until N woke just before six. This morning S and I hit Costco. I’ve been inside since, burning CDs for friends while the Brew game ran (complete game shutout for Sheets, series sweep) in the background. N and I watched a bit of “Lord of the Rings.” I edited out the scary parts. Tonight I may pick up “Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the Edge of the World”, which I’ve started twice and never finished, in the pursuit of the complete Murakami canon. I’m already tired. Hopefully I’ll last a couple of hours.

Oh, I also lifted and worked the elliptical today. Tomorrow I need to work out before the meetings start. We have a hellish chairs meeting scheduled for nine, followed by paper grading and some planning for Tuesday’s classes. I could conceivably stay home both Wednesday and Thursday. Hm. Intriguing idea. Good night.