Hello! I've been muscling through a bout of sick that made it's way through everyone in the nuclear family (almost everybody...I WON'T SAY WHO DIDN'T GET SICK BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW HOW THAT WORKS OUT), but things are on the uptick. I'm reading The Better Angels of Our Nature by Steven Pinker, which is fantastic. Mind-blowing, really. It makes me want to go back and do my college history over again with fresh eyes. I wish I could write a more thorough review, but I've not finished yet, and the thing is nearly 700 densely cited pages long. At this point in my life I'm simply not up to the task. I mean...we're watching a lot of Community right now. My critical faculties and ability to organize my ideas and express them coherently are not what they once were. Perhaps back in my college days, before I had kids and my brains deliquesced. But not now. Now, I just take the remaining brains for a slow turn about the nearest part of the grounds for some fresh air twice a day and then tuck them back into their chair next to the fire with a blanket around their legs and a cup of weak tea close at hand. They do a lot of napping. With their chin on their chest and their mouth hanging open.