Finished the Keats Book

There is a movie in the strange "Mrs. Jones" that bumps into Keats a number of times. Takes him to her apartment in Queen's Square (have to go there if I ever go to London again).

Spoke to S. for 90 minutes tonight. She is counting on going to the USA next year.

Home internet hasn't been working since Wednesday.

Heather had her baby. Hurray!