There's a big, fat orange cat sleeping on my bed. A late lunch was had, consisting primarily of half a my-God-that's-huge Baja Fresh burrito and some fresh-baked cookies. It's a gray, overcast Saturday, and I will probably finish it by working or reading some more of The Da Vinci Code.

I am not in Ohio, alas, due to an extreme disinclination to spend sixteen hours in a car for two weekends in a row. This, double alas, means I'm not getting to see my old Kenyon friends, as I'd hoped.

Still, aside from that, all is right with the world.