Just a little bit:
The Great Geezer ate Ibuprofen and I went to class where I read not very successfully through the piece on cookbooks. The truth is, perhaps I edited the life out of it. Though everyone liked the descriptions of the cookbooks themselves, the lead up to that section went nowhere. They loved the last line.
Came home to make corrections and doze in my chair. I was jolted awake when the doorbell rang, and I opened the door to find grandson Dan filling it. Literally. Right to the top. In the computer room, he was almost to the ceiling. It was good to be able to replace the graduation money he dropped at Costco Monterey, but even better to see him and hug him several times.
Life is Really in the Footnotes: