It feels like this week just sort of dissipated on me. And it did so just in time for me to lose my tenuous grasp on some things I wanted to write about. Damn.

In any event, Ladybug and I stopped in to Linda’s yesterday for the first time in a while to wish McFee a happy 50th birthday. We ended up at what was called the “adult table,” away from the undergrads and recent grads, trading mortgage tales with Carlie and Todd, marvelling at Tara’s doctorate, talking about teaching classes and teaching appointments. I never feel particularly adult, yet so consistently have the feeling that I should.