Ramblings.

The weather has been as gloomy as the empty library I work in. It's so quiet without the students.

I need to clean my house. And pick a shade of gray for our living room paint color.

I weigh the same weight I was when I married Bryan two and a half years ago.

Mark Twain's autobiography is this summer's Atlas Shrugged: huge, smarty pants and engrossing.

Oh, and I was accepted to graduate school.