I gave the baby a bath, made dinner (grilled veggies and Spinach ricotta raviolis.) while my wife put her to sleep, corresponded with a friend about Marx’s thoughts on alienation, read a few blogs, read some news, checked to see what is going on on the Pearl Jam website, and now it is now ten o’clock, and I am crawling into bed to read the autobiography of Gandhi, which is slow reading and surprisingly not very good. I am 200 pages into the 500-page tome, and I am ready to read something else. I hope it gets better soon.
This may not sound like the most exciting Saturday night, but it is the kind I find very enjoyable lately.