After a delicious brunch, I took a leisurely shower full of Beatles tunes.
|These guys are pure genius.|
Afterwards, I contacted Renee Forrester, Sasha Bruce Youthwork's Volunteer Coordinator, about planning an event for a group of World Bank staff members. In mid-December, Papa hopes to host a group of his colleagues in a day of service at a local DC organization -- and what better choice than my amazing workplace?
I then checked out two Economist articles on mind-reading: "The terrible truth" and "Mind-goggling" -- the possibilities proposed by these papers are positively perilous! (And I feel particularly penitent for my present propensity for . . . well, consonance.)
After helping Mama organize some papers in her study and briefly reading about the United Nations Climate Change Conference in Durban, I settled in with The Lost Symbol for a few hours.
In the evening, I had a session with a really great clinician, who happens to have the same name as Flint Hill's headmaster -- John Thomas! Now back home (greeted by the welcome sight of a message from Woojin), I plan to hit the treadmill and then help a friend with an essay before turning in for the night. Life without Facebook is fun!