I was saddened to learn at the start of this weekend that one of the girls I studied abroad with had passed away last Wednesday. Kathryn Rickson and I weren't very close, and I only spoke with her once after we left England, but while we were abroad, she wrote the most exquisite play, Bare Feed on a Cold Floor. I've thought of it often since seeing it staged at Wadham, and it left a real mark on me as a person. She was a smart, sweet person, and the world is a sadder place without her. I spent much of the weekend thinking of her, and of everyone else I was with there.
The weekend was warm and sunny, and on Friday night, we met up with Rob for drinks and dinner outside at Bier, where they have a really good selection of beers and sausages (and delicious truffle fries). Saturday and Sunday were devoted to running errands and, for Roger, finishing up papers for the end of semester this week. While he was writing away, I finished Life on Mars, which was easily one of the best books I've read all year. It's just incredible, and even if you don't usually read poetry, I would highly recommend it. I tried to spend some time outside, and went for a run on Sunday, where I bumped into the AIDS walk. With the weather outside so sunny and beautiful, I'm so glad to have the park nearby, and I'm really looking forward to picnics and barbecues this summer. Hopefully this will be the last weekend for a while that we spend most of our time indoors.