With the extremely minor exception of my football team losing its game, the weekend shook out just as I'd hoped it would, and I woke up this morning rested and calm and ready. It should be a fairly quiet week. I've got a doctor's appointment this morning and various errands to run afterward. I'll need to work on teaching plans, and I have to catch up on my Pope-Swift-Johnson homework so that Teresa and I can talk about it on Friday. On Wednesday I'm meeting a mandolin player to try out the possibility of playing music together. Maybe it will work, maybe not. I'm no fiddler, but something interesting might happen anyway.

A couple of days ago Tom not quite but sort of seriously suggested we join a bowling league. I'm a terrible bowler, so you know he's grasping at straws here, but I take his point. We could use some goofiness. Playing music in an unfamiliar setting isn't exactly goofiness, but it's a chance to experience something I haven't had access to since I moved to Portland: a circle of sound. I've been lonely for it.