Okay, I got brave and bought a web cam. While trying it out Monday night, and, I might add, getting it to work! (yes!) I still nonetheless somehow killed my laptop computer. I'm going to bring it home tomorrow night to see if Esteemed Spouse can wave his magic wand over it. No video. No audio. There's power going to it, but it doesn't seem to have life left in it. Hello, doorstop or paperweight.
I have drunk FAR too much coffee today. But I did get a lot done. Not enough. But a lot. I have no cause for shame. I'm planning a great class for my Justice in Lit people tomorrow. They're going to write newspaper articles for the Maycomb Tribune, taking inspiration from To Kill a Mockingbird.
Speaking of that class, my pregnant student who had her baby on 9/9/09 stopped by on Tuesday to show off the newbie. I got to hold her, a real little sweetie. I did not dare mention it to Stephen when we last spoke, but Doug and I got Stephen started during the fall (1974) in New Orleans. I can't help hoping that my son and his wife had similar romantic thoughts while they were down there. I'd hate to think the highlight of the trip was the smoked sausage po boy.
The weather today has been weird. It apparently rained overnight and maybe a couple of sprinkles today, though I didn't actually SEE rain happening. I look out the window and see blue sky. An hour later I look out and see black clouds. It was extremely humid when I got up this morning (well, humid by Michigan standards), but when I ran back to the apartment at lunch, it was clearly drier. Supposedly a cold front has moved through. Next week is going to be nasty, though. Rain and cold temps. I will at last get to wear my new sweaters.
I listened to my Peter, Paul, and Mary CD while ago in tribute to Mary Travers, who died this week. What a voice. Isn't it a pity that such voices aren't more popular these days, despite American Idol and other similar shows? We instead get the breathy little girl with all the range of a toy babydoll, or some screeching hyena who mistakes volume for quality. RIP, Mary Travers. I hope you and Cass Elliot will be able to duet in the Afterlife.
My sister Sheila has supposedly joined Facebook. She's not being very active yet, but if she's like the rest of us, she'll get addicted. It's not like I'm fascinated by what people are saying, but it is the way I find out what is going on in the family: health issues, deaths, trips, work changes, and so forth.
Tonight is night-class night. Fun, fun, fun.
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