slippahs and jeans were bad choices on a rainy day. I walked nearly a mile, carrying my laptop and too many books, slipping out of my shoes. The coffee shop was full, so I got coffee and walked nearly a mile home, up the hill. Now I'm on the lanai, listening to Wilco, admittedly feeling a little sorry for myself and my sore shoulders. I don't want to think about NAFTA.

I can't wait to be done with school so that learning can be fun again.