It’s a chilly night, there’s a fire in the woodstove, all my grading is caught up, and I’m getting ready to settle in on the couch with a notebook, a cup of hot cider, and Kenneth Branagh’s Hamlet.
‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished.
On a semi-related note, I am delighted to report that I was able to locate an online image of the hilarious Calvin and Hobbes comic strip in which the leftovers recite Shakespeare. (Go to the linked page, click the “Funnies” link on the left-hand side of the page, and then scroll down to find the cartoon. I am seriously considering printing each panel of this strip at full-page size, having the panels laminated, and letting my kids assemble them in the correct order before posting them on one of my back bulletin boards.)
Here I am this afternoon, crossing the finish line in the Route 66 Half-Marathon. My time was fairly abysmal, but considering the fact that A.) I’d run a grand total of 19.2 miles since last November, B.) I’d been fighting a backache for two days, and C.) I woke up this morning with some kind of stomach flu and seriously considered skipping the race altogether, I’ll just be content with the finisher’s medal and not worry too much about the clock. Maybe one of these days I’ll have time to whip myself back into sub-2:30 shape.
The announcer didn’t call my name when I finished. He just referred to me as “the jeans lady” because I ran in jeans and a sweatshirt. I don’t know why you’re not supposed to run in jeans. They’re comfortable on a cold day, and they have lots of pockets for carrying gels and stuff.
Hope your weekend was good.