Wake to fog; first fog of the season.
"Above the fog, below the snow" -- that's the motto, but occasionally it's lame.

Mary comes down the stairs holding her Kindle: "Jane Eyre is so good, daddy!"
She's seen 2 dramatizations on DVD and read the book at least once before, but something has her excited.

Spent day with Mary working old fashioned algebra word problems.  I suggest she switch to pre-algebra class but she's determined to stick it out.

Weather turns very fine by late afternoon; we sit on deck, working math and listening to birds, frogs, squirrels -- all think it's Spring.

Wife insists on wearing massage contraptions she bought at last weekend's accupuncture conventions: eyeball massager goggles, back massager thumper.  Usual weirdness.

Watched Great Courses lecture before bed.