One week into school, when I ask the kid what happened, he says, "The usual."
So I asked him if he learned anything. He thought about it for a moment, then said, "Not that I can remember."
I'd suspect that he wasn't actually going, but they'd probably call and ask where he was if that were the case.
With the return to school, there's more quiet time at home. I've been reading more. Nassim Talib, The Black Swan and now Atul Gawande, Being Mortal. Both good reads. Since the beginning of the year I've been keeping a reading list with short commentaries on my other blog.
Besides reading, I've been taking long walks. Ambles, really. I don't go fast. And although I have some more frequent paths, I'm never sure when I start out which way I'll go. Sometimes I take the dog along. She doesn't go fast either. Even though you'd think she could; she's an Austrailian Shepherd, and they're supposed to be energetic. Once, when we found an open spot across one of the campus lawns, I started to sprint. The dog couldn't keep up. Pretty sad when the dog is more out of shape than a mostly-sit-around guy like me.
The ambles give me time to think, but I haven't yet thought up with anything worth reporting. I expect I'll keep it up as long as the weather holds.