Dryer. Um, bad.

I don't think the moisture sensor is supposed to go off after only 20 minutes. Especially not when the clothes are still wet. I now have two loads of sopping wet clothes, and no convenient German drying rack. The dryer is possibly older than I am. And belongs to the house I rent. It could just be a matter of the vent needing to be cleaned out (and it goes up through the roof, so I have no idea how to take care of it). Or the dryer sensor could be broken. Or the whole thing could be broken.

Can I just pull the covers over my head and start over tomorrow?

This year's Newbery

(The Graveyard Book, by Neil Gaiman)

I'm only 44 pages in, but I'm excited to see that they've picked a book with an interesting main character and you know, an actual story. Some years there is no story.

This year, there definitely is! And oh my, look--someone else out there gets our lifestyle!

...She was a bright, lonely child, whose mother worked for a distant university teaching people she never met face-to-face, grading English papers sent to her over the computer, and sending messages of advice or encouragement back. Her father taught particle physics, but there were, Scarlett told Bod, too many people who wanted to teach particle physics and not enough people who wanted to learn it, so Scarlett's family had to keep moving to different university towns, and in each town her father would hope for a permanent teaching position that never came.

You can call me Scarlett's Mother from now on.

Must go--it's Friday night and we're nearing the end of The Deathly Hallows. This is going to be hard to end at the chapters. I think we'll be reading all day tomorrow.