Busy weekend here at the little yellow house on Green Street. Realized yet again that I find shopping utterly exhausting; fortunately, G. joined me on my trip to the famed Tuscola Outlet Mall (a.k.a. the Middle-Aged, Midwestern Woman Fun Place, judging from the demographics). G. is the only person I know who hates shopping as much as I do, so the hard work of shopping was as easy as it could be. Combine Saturday's shopping workout with Sunday morning's long run with Sara, the longest I've done in quite a while, and that equals tired.
As for wired, well, yesterday I set up a wireless network in the little yellow house -- all on my own. Me! Not only that but it worked correctly *the first time*. I know I'm two years behind everybody else and their mother with this, but still. Did I mention I did it all by myself? Damn.
Finally, who couldn't be fired up right now? Political rhetoric is as lively and interesting as it ever gets, PBS has just launched a four-month-long Jane Austen Costume Drama Orgy, and this week we start a new semester where I get to teach not one, but two of my favorite topics: Gender and Rhetoric, and Visual Politics.