I believe this to be the first weekend I’ve had to myself — sort of — in a month. “To myself,” in this case, means no conference, no travel, no grading. Ironically, perhaps, it also means that Mom is here, the only excuse I could grant myself for taking an entire two-and-a-half days off. This afternoon, there were manicures and massages. Tomorrow, there will be shopping in Pasadena. Sunday, museum-going in downtown Los Angeles. So: pampering, consumption, culture. What more could a girl need toward a general revival of spirit?
Weekend
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