Shannon already put up a wonderful post about Julia's first day of preschool, an event which was long anticipated, quick to pass, and now over. Good lord, isn't that kid cute? Be sure to see my comment to Shannon's post, which (I think) adds some context.
Little could, really, compare to this milestone, but the day had some other interesting bits, too. After visiting some friends, Genevieve started saying "Papa," which is what the friends' kids call their dad. She wasn't really calling me by that name, but she said it with the smallest, roundest angel voice and a big grin...
As I mentioned yesterday, I facilitated a discussion group on the College's common reading, and had a good time. The kids were all freakishly smart and well-spoken. We're in good hands. Unless they all flunk out after spending fall term tweaking their Facebook pages.
And finally, I went running in the Arb in the dark tonight, with only my little Petzl headlamp (the one that I was wearing when I fell into Lake Superior, almost exactly six years ago) to light the way. It was strange and exhilarating to run continually toward a small pool of light about six feet in front of me, hearing little sounds off in the blackness on either side, occasionally seeing something with yellow eyes dart this way or that, and ducking once when a bat flew right at my lamp, but having no real sense of how fast or far I was going. I neither fell into the river nor got lost, so it was a pretty good time.