Strange things happen on Friday the 13th around me.
This year, not so much.
Yesterday, as I was out and about, tutoring in the Writing Center, I stopped thinking about what I needed to / should / would do. We didn’t have any clients (but that will change, thanks to The Bear making a WC appointment mandatory for his class, and his class having over 40 students), so I spent most of the time google-reading Aldous Huxley’s Perennial Philosophy.
It’s a great book, an exciting and validating book, actually, but it’s an incredibly long book, since I’m having to google a quite a bit to get a handle on it. Frustrating, but ultimately very, very rewarding.
Lyrical Fool 