So…that was a bit of a weekend. I’m not the biggest fan of huge crowds and wasn’t sure what last week was going to be like, so I didn’t initially make plans to attend the Women’s March on Washington. But, thankfully, a last minute trip with a group of classmates came together and we headed up for the day on Saturday. Especially after the emotional drain of Friday, it was so encouraging to be surrounded by so many strong, determined people. Reading what many others have written about the day has also been a good reminder that it is just a dot in a far-reaching timeline (both backward and forward) of activism and resistance. I’m glad I was there (for more reasons than this).
True to last semester’s form, classes started last week and I promptly stopped reading anything on paper. I have to thank the universe for audiobooks, which seems to be the only way I can squeeze in a book or two, and allowed me to (finally) read Hamilton: The Revolution last week. I also got started on Lydia Millet’s Sweet Lamb of Heaven, which is a Tournament of Books title, and I’m pretty curious to see where it goes.