I've picked up and read another graphic novel, this one being Y: The Last Man: Unmanned, which sets up a scenario in which all but two male mammals have died, one, a monkey, and two, a young man named Yorick. Adventures ensue. Curious piece of apocalyptic fiction.
Last night was the first chance that I've had to get back to my woodcarving class. The instructor returned last week, but I was still in Las Vegas, and I missed out. I spent nearly the whole session sharpening my primary knives, but that was OK; it was just nice to be back at it.