I hope. I graded the exams, posted the grades, and packed everything. Of course, this afternoon Sophie called to say that the Infiniti was overheating. Since that’s the car I need to drive to Madison tomorrow morning (and then back, and to Madison and back again next week), I’m a little concerned. I went by Sophie’s work and put some coolant in it, but it was only about a half gallon low. I’m hoping that’s the issue, but I guess I’ll find out when Sophie drives home tonight.
I went to the bookstore and got some books to read on the trip. In order to minimize weight, only standard mass-market paperbacks would do; trade paperbacks are too heavy. So there I was, scanning the shelves for mass-market paperbacks, then looking at the titles to see if I might be able to stand reading them. I wound up with a Ken Follett book, a copy of A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, and Joshua Chamberlain’s eye-witness history of the end of the Civil War.
Meanwhile, I’m beat. I’m going to bed pretty soon and hope for the best.