Once more into the breach

It's just a few scant hours until I will be back at work, deep into student conferences. How'd this long weekend play itself out?

Sunday began, as usual, with a long stint at Tully's responding papers. This session was enlivened by a visit from Trots (Bonnie had to stay outside), so that was Good; the papers took me longer per each than I had thought they would, so that was Not So Good. But not so bad as all that either. After I cam home at lunchtime, I managed to squeeze in a bit more work and a little reading while Otis read and napped before heading out to dinner.

Dinner wasn't just a meal - it was a birthday celebration for Putnam Pater, so we joined la familia at Perche' No for a splendid evening.

Upon our return, we wasted an hour or so attempting to watch Formula 51, an overstylized, violent, crude, and ultimately uninteresting action flick that not even Samuel L. Jackson in a kilt could manage to save. We switched to a Fugitive rerun and were much happier.

Today was filled with more work; I finished off my responding, eating up most of the day, and Otis had a writing session and then some appointments. But we got all done in time to head down to the airport to pick up Dingo, who was coming back from a weekend in Cuhleefornya with her family. We took the occasion to mark her return with a bit of a do - Yojimbo, Cal, Merry, and Johnbai met us at Teapot Veggie for some dinner and convo; after supping, we moved the feast to Lladro (and moved the tables in Ladro) to continue the party. Welcome back!

Before calling an end to the weekend, here's a couple of links:

From the damn-I'm-old department: Winona Ryder to play Spock's mother.

From the even-an-eye-roll-won't-help department: Isn't this how you always pictured Grendel's mother?

From the hasn't-this-gone-too-far? department: Wasn't turkey and gravy enough?