Rhonda ran over to the clinic this morning for a cholesterol check or something, so I didn't leave for work till she returned. So, I played with the kiddies for a bit. We got in some good crashing into tar-wagons. Lady likes to do slow crashes sometimes.

I've started reading Austerlitz by W.G. Sebald. (He was killed in a car accident not too long ago.) It's a different sort of book, in that the text doesn't have paragraphs. It's all kind of one long block of text. Ordinarily I wouldn't care for that sort of thing, and if this was stream of consciousness, which it isn't, I wouldn't touch it. But, the prose is so good, and there are black and white photos interspersed throughout, related to the story, and it all makes for a good read. And, there is an actual story.

The narrator is not named, and meets a guy name Austerlitz in a train station, they continue to meet over the years, and Austerlitz tells his story. His parents were Jewish and sent him to England at a young age in 1939, and Austerlitz travels across to Europe to find his past and make sense of the horrors of WWII.

Nice and sunny here right now, but snow is supposed to blow in just in time for the afternoon commute home. Erg.