Finish up week reviewing about 1300 records for a promotion board to Colonel. Drive home from Denver and stop at library to pick up final book from Chief of Staff of the Air Force's reading list. (I'm the senior mentor of a junior officer course (lieutenants and captains) where they have to present papers they've written about any one of the books from this list. Figure I should read all the books on the list before I sit on this panel, huh?) Book is called "Paradise Beneath Her Feet" and is about the rise of Islamic feminism in the Middle East. It's an interesting read so far. Get home to child and dog (dog's leg is still in a cast, poor thing) and messy house. 15 yo child has been 'watched' by friend's 18 yo daughter for the week I was in Denver and I figured this was a recipe for disaster. But child and dog are still alive and house is still standing...I figure that's about as successful as I can hope for. The messy house I can deal with. Cancel plans to go out for dinner. Too tired. Make grilled cheese sandwich instead, sip a margarita while catching up on email. Bed.