Tonight my sister and I went to the Harris’s house for dinner because their eldest daughter Alice, her husband Clint, and their kids Meredith and Owen were in town. Clint is an Assistant Professor of Russian Liberal Arts at the University of Montana and we started talking about Russian literature. I told him I wanted to read more Dostoyevsky but was unsure of the best translation and he told me to look for Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky. I mainly mention this because if I don’t write it down I’ll never remember it. In any case, he suggested several books, and I’m hoping that they’re not as long as I remember Russian novels being, but I’m sure they are. Now I have a list of Russian novels to add to my lengthening list of books I need to read, and he reminded me that I need to read more Cormac McCarthy as well.

I thought I’d get to sleep early, but I didn’t get home until late and now I”m searching Amazon for Russian literature. I can’t say mine is an especially interesting life, but sometimes I wish it was a bit more boring. At least so I can get some more sleep.