13 toys for Kyrie. 13 books on my reading list. (Although, really, that little yellow book called Radical Optimism is one I've read several times and probably not going to re-read again soon. But it's sort of holding the place for another book that I am going to order.)
Let's see... did I learn anything? I learned that my hair is really frizzy and I don't care for the way I usually look. (Well, ok, I already knew that.) I learned that my reading list is only 13 books, which somehow sounds a lot more manageable than I was imagining it to be. I learned that the red-eye flash doesn't really get rid of red-eye. I learned that when I'm on the short end of sleep, I don't really care enough to arrange everything just perfect for a picture. So there you go.