I'm a little disappointed that I didn't have more chances to wear the camel coat I bought this late-winter (February?). So, the obvious perk of buying a coat at the end of the season is that it is cheaper than usual(!), but the downside (which I have so often forgotten/continue to forget) is that there's not much coat season left. It was pretty cold this morning - 30 - and instead of reaching for the camel coat, I wore the black wool one. Not bad, not bad, since I'm wearing an all-black outfit [clarinet], but my recognition of the dwindling winter makes me sad to think of waiting til next fall to wear the camel.

"Dwindling" is a word I use a lot lately.

I should be making copies for workshop right now, but instead I'm cruising the internetz. Also, I should be reading No Country For Old Men for my Contemporary Fiction class, but I am cruising the internetz. I'm not sure I like No Country. The only other McCarthy I've read is Blood Meridian (and that was two years ago now), and that seemed more intricately crafted than this. Though I have to say, McCarthy does an excellent job of describing guns.