Another quiet week at work, mostly spent immersing myself in an unfamiliar area of law for a new case. We had an enjoyable visit with my parents this weekend; among other things, we went to see Ghosts of the Abyss, a 3-D IMAX movie about an expedition to the Titanic. I didn't see the movie Titanic, and have no great emotional connections to the ship Titanic, but this was quite well-done and even moving in spots. As a technology, however, 3-D is still not ready for prime-time: either I didn't notice it, or it was actively distracting (and in my case, painful. My motion-sick self isn't doing that again.).
We brought another eight boxes of books down from my parents', which is the last of the lot. I have many more books than I'd thought. The hardcover shelves will do for now, once we rescue one of them from the paperbacks, but even there, we don't have as much free space as I'd thought we would. I didn't even touch the paperbacks tonight, too much work.
Finally, a post-script to last weekend's power outage. At 6:45 p.m. Sunday, I pulled into the driveway, picked up the glasses case that I'd dropped on the ground, saw that the lights still weren't on, and headed back to the hotel to spend a miserable, uncomfortable, mostly-sleepless night.
This week, one of our next-door neighbors told us that the power came back on, not around 7 a.m. Monday as we'd thought, but around 7 p.m. Sunday.
Timing really is everything . . .