I have no required reading for ten days. I have no Greek hanging ominously over my head. And yes, we have serious budgetary constraints this year, but I do have a favorite way of spending a free rainy day. The world out there is full of novels and poetry. So, of course, is my house but, whatever.
I am out the front door, abandoning Soccer Dad who is spending the day alternating between hallway painting and televised football.
"I'm going to Borders," I call.
"I thought you were giving up buying books," he responds.
I look at him. Silently. Dumbfounded.
And I go to Borders.
The world is full of novels and poetry. Not to mention the new James Taylor CD/DVD.
Ah, Greek is but a faint memory . . . .