Guilt

Guilt is a funny thing. I want to keep up this blog-- and I make my students write on their blogs twice a week, but I'm not as good about doing it myself. And really, it is that guilt that is making me write tonight.

This weekend we moved out of our house. That was an ordeal-- I had no idea how much stuff we had-- my husband says that it's my books that put the truck over the weight limit-- I know he was teasing me, but it's probably true. I do own a lot of books. I was looking forward to a couple of weeks of down time before we could get into the new house, but it looks like we're going to be able to close end of this week or early next week, so back to cleaning and scrubbing and disinfecting I will go.

I did finish my book review. I asked my advisor to read it before I send it to the journal. I hope I did a good job.