After the Great Pen Debacle of ’05, I don’t have all that much to report. The ink didn’t miraculously disappear overnight, and I didn’t go to Goodwill to get some new clothes because it was misting today. The mist, or torrential rain, as some called it, made the top story on the news. I’d like to send a Californian weatherperson to Michigan for a week and see how many days it took her to declare that the end of the world was upon us. And for those of you wondering, I used the pronoun “her” to refer to weatherperson not because all weatherpeople are women, but because someone decided that it is politically correct to do so.

Sarah was able to do lots of work today in her classroom. I’m not sure how much this has to do with the fact that the kids only have half a day on Wednesdays, but we’ll just pretend that it’s irrelevant. Right now, she’s watching a PBS special about Bob Hope and Red Skelton and is looking quite confused. Something about growing up in France (and the in the late 20th century…).