On Sunday, I madly prepped for my first American Lit class, which met yesterday, and crammed in some time with fathers. Crazy entry to the week. And now I must settle down to daily reading and work. Lovely weather makes me want to hike instead. Or read the third Stieg Larsson book rather than Mark Twain or Osa Johnson. Still, I’m lucky to have to make such choices: reading or reading. Ha!