I came home from class last night, having turned in my term paper, and crawled almost immediately into bed. That would have been about 8:30. Got up this morning when the alarm went off at 5:45, and I still didn't feel done. On the positive side, I didn't dream about the gridiron plan of Salt Lake City or Brigham Young first time in a week, but on the otherhand, my back is killing me.
Not sure yet how we'll celebrate our anniversary, but it'll probably include a trip to the Northwest Folklife Festival at Seattle Center and generally being outside. I have been indoors entirely too much lately.