all day home with Felix, except for a walk to the bakery and back with hubby this morning and a long walk to the store and back this afternoon while Felix was watching a movie.
And then tonight, out to a poetry group at a women's cafe; interesting group. There were seven of us where usually they are only two or three apparently. I'm not sure I found our writing exercises all that great (we pulled sentences out of a Susan Sontag novel translated into German as starters or, in one case, as an ender ("having arrived in hell" was the phrase in that case)); but it was a good group of women, good conversations.
Ice is disappearing everywhere here; I guess that's not the story in Bloomington at all. Fights tonight over Vick's Vapor Rub on the chest, drops in the ears . . .