At home.

Today I'm working on an odious administrative task while simultaneously laundering (albeit with lengthy gaps between cycles) and housecleaning (barely) and ironing (forthcoming). It occurs to me that I have spent more time in my house over the past year than I ever did in years previous. Sometimes I just look around at the house and marvel at the fact that it's mine. I wish the weeds and overgrown-ness belonged to someone else, though. On Friday I took a forsythia down to half its size, and it still seemed leggy. I think the yard will just require regular attention and a bit of obsession. I did clear out a bed in the back that had been so overgrown I almost expected to find dinosaur skeletons. I had many The Secret Garden moments.

My derby horse was Dean's Kitten. It did not win, but it still has the word "kitten" in its name.

I have a little interview over at Fringe.

Grading marathon in the cards for this week. Bring on the gummi worms.