There was snow (flurries, anyway) in south Alabama today. Way down in the deep south. I dated a girl from that town once upon a time. When we went out for nice food we had to go to Florida. That’s how south we’re talking about. And it snowed there today. Also, it is still technically autumn.

But it is cold everywhere.

I wrote six paragraphs on the cold, just to keep my fingers warm. They weren’t worth reading, but the writing was exquisite. For just a few more moments there was circulation beneath my fingernails.

Watched a rocket launch this morning. Falcon 9 seemed to be perfect in everywhere. That’s the commercial future of space, happening right before our eyes. Didn’t seem to carry the same amount of attention as rocket launches of the past. The day we reduce rocket launches and astronauts to airliners and bus drivers we’ll have made the space business perfectly safe. And then we’re all going to the moon.

I wrote a column with an embarrassingly transparent call to action today. The editor for the publication is going to cut the word count in half. The poetry and the lame jokes will be excised, but the call to action at the end will no doubt still be there, annoying me until my final days. But the cause is a nice one, and we’re doing our part. “So let’s go out and blah blah blah.”

Taught a class on broadcast writing, my last one of the semester. Students turned in stories on youth sports and the need for more exercise. We all agreed we should leave the lab and go run laps. So I walked back to the office to critique the newspaper for the last time of the semester.

Now I’m grading television scripts. And when the grading is done the semester will be almost over. There’s another meeting or two, a gigantic project to work through and then, of course, preparing for comps. (Have I mentioned that lately?) By this weekend that should take over.

Things I write here during all of that are going to be stellar work, let me tell you. Or is it too late to backhandedly apologize for that?