I had such high hopes for this blog post. It was going to be about feminism, and the title was going to be “My Uneasy Peace with the F Word.” How great is that?

But then – driving home in the rain. Tired, yawning. Prepping tomorrow’s class. Writing the first few paragraphs. Then the jolt to full wakefulness: Where’s the cat? It was 8:15, and Emma was not in her usual 8:15 location. Searching closets, basement, outside. Flashlights. Peanut butter on the tips of fingers. Finally the meow in return, toweling her off.

Now the adrenaline has worn off and I am falling asleep as I type. I have a page and a half done, and by Thursday, when I’ll be posting next, it will be so much better. So for now, here’s a picture of some books:

and here’s a picture of the little monkey who caused all the trouble:

and here’s what happens when you run a Google Images search for ‘feminism’:

Good night, everyone.