Jane Haddam

I am sitting here this morning in a sort of odd frame of mind.  I actually have classes today, which borders on the absurd.  Virtually no one will come, and the ones who do will not be paying attention. I’m also less inclined than I might otherwise be to have a fit about this, because…

Well, today has come, and I feel almost human.  At least for the moment.  I think I might be able to get back to the Liberal Education thing by the week-end, if the holiday doesn’t kick my ass in ways that require me to rant nonstop for a couple of days. But let’s get to…

I’ve probably used that as a post title before.  I’m too wrung out to go look at the moment. But I knew, all the way back two weeks ago, when the electricity had been out for five days, that what was going to come of that was that I was going to get sick, and…

So, here we are.  It’s Thursday, and after spending nearly a week feeling sort of yuck, I now have a fever good and proper and everything looks like glass.  I’m not necessarily complaining about this.  It was more or less inevitable when the electricity–and the heat–stayed out for eight days and four hours.  And I…

In a way, it’s odd to be talking about this when the post I’m mapping out to start the second phase of “places where a resurgence of the liberal arts education seems to have led to a society-wide rise in moral standards” is largely bound up with just this conflict between liberty and security, and…

So it is Sunday, and I have music and Harriet Vane. And, like I said,  I’m still not inclined to do a lot of work right now. So, I want to make explicit the question that keeps popping into my mind. When I talk about small government here, I am usually fairly explicit about what…

This is going to be very short, because I find myself in the curious position of still being mostly exhausted.  It turns out that I’m just the sort of person all those doom and gloom writers write about–take away my technology, and I go completely to pieces.  Oh, I got all my stuff done, I…

So, here’s how it looks–we seem to have gone back to real life just in time for what the British would call a bank holiday.  Tomorrow is Veteran’s Day, which means no mail and no banks.  This will not be a holiday for me.  Partly that’s because I don’t take them.  I like to write,…

The problem, I think, is that I can’t really get myself into the mood to do anything serious.  Even real work didn’t get very far today.  For one thing, as soon as it gets light out, I can see out the windows of my office–which is really a kind of sun room–into my back yard. …

It’s Monday, November 7th, and I can say with some certainty that although I spent most of the last week sleeping–because there was virtually nothing else to do–I am completely exhausted. For those of you who have not been following the news, or don’t know I live in Connecticut, we had a freak snow storm…