We had a fine weekend in Omaha. I did more driving than usual and thus less reading than usual, and I got no work done whatsoever this weekend. These things have been known to happen from time to time.
As Jen The World's Best Lab Partner was wont to say, I'm beat-down, dog-tired, and half-dead. (Jen actually said "tahrd" and "daid," but never mind.) And hungry for contact with my normal world, so I'm answering some e-mails before I finish reading Bury the Chains: Prophets, Slaves, and Rebels in the First Human Rights Crusade. Not the most refreshing book, this, but definitely worth one's time, if one has an interest in either slavery and its abolition, or the British Empire of that period, or possibly the Caribbean. I keep thinking that a Patrick O'Brian book is what I need to follow this, and it's extremely lucky that dd_b has lent me the next in the series so I can just start it as soon as I like. Hmm. Perhaps this is not so much luck as consideration, but I believe I can live with that.
When I think that this is the week before we go to GR and next week is the week before markgritter's birthday party, I feel even more tired. So perhaps I'll think of something else instead.