Just got back from a week up north for a friend’s lovely wedding. The hardest part about returning, besides saying goodbye to college friends – some for an indeterminate amount of time – was driving past the exit for my college and not turning off and going “home.” Felt very unnatural and sad. But it was great to see everyone for a little while.
During the week, I read “The Other Boleyn Girl” by Philippa Gregory, an excellent historical fiction piece. Still working on “Brothers Karamazov.”
Now back to the daily grind.