I didn’t hit anybody. I didn’t drop out of school. I tried to explain Peirce’s process of semiotics. I deserved a break, so I took the top off my car and drove home. And took more tree pictures.

My computer is now fully stocked with pretty.

By the way, I am also now officially an old codger. I drove miles, like twenty, with my left turn signal on. Hey, I was busy looking at stuff, and you can hardly hear the clicking in this car. I’m sure it kept the semi’s off my tail – that, and the swerving back off the shoulder (THAT only happened once).

I go back tomorrow for more. Now I have to go read about 50 pages of The Second Sex for tomorrow. At least Beauvoir is so much more coherent than Sartre. Yay!