Come here, child, I was expecting you

Lea's new night ritual is to wait for me like this as I get ready for bed. She's a bit... Intimidating. Like someone ushering me inside my own bedroom. I almost curtsey. But I don't.

In other news, the to-do list got a few check marks today:
Finished a grant application for the book on 9/11 literature. Sent the thing a full 24 hours ahead of the deadline. Rather unheard of

Prepped for tomorrow's classes: regionalist novels at the beginning of the 20th century.

Made the final selection for project bilbo. More on that in a few weeks.