Rachel and I made a couple of trips to the bookstore today. She loves the bookstore, and kept asking what the elevator is called. (Remember, she's only 15 months old). She was equally fascinated by the conveyor at the cleaner's; it is always a plus for her when I am picking clothes up rather than just dropping them off.
I am making Norwegian whole wheat bread tonight, and it is going to keep me up. The dough is quite stiff, so it needs extra time to rise. I kneaded to Beethoven on WGMS, and my father did a nice tribute to Olympian Paul Hamm later in the evening.