In Which I Spend the Weekend on My Own (Mostly)

The post-Thanksgiving weekend was nice. Not superbly fabulous, but thoroughly nice. Nothing very earth shattering happened, but the peace and quiet was lovely. In classic Grandma fashion, we had pure, unadulterated leftovers for dinner on both nights. This was no less than expected. She really gets a kick out of leftovers. Needless to say, however, I was VERY ready for the omelette I made myself for tonight. (The 'rents were having--that's right, you guessed it--leftovers.) Also, Mom made chocolate chip cookies. They are to-die-for-perfect. Bliss. Pure Bliss. In the living room, M, D, and Pat are having what appears to be movie night. So far they've watched both Chicken Run and Lost in Translation. I wait in suspense to hear what they choose next. The sports news here has been surprising. Not only did the U of A basketball team nearly beat Wake Forest (in a highly suspenseful last 30 seconds, we lost by the bare minimum of points), but the football team actually beat ASU. SHOCKING. Grandma and Grandpa were thrilled. And now I have to work on my paper about Jupiter. Hooray for the primordial solar nebula. Also the magnetosphere. Also the protoplanetary nebula. Also liquid metallic hydrogen.