The break is over. Reality returns. And so the emails are landing in my inbox, their replies whirring back again. I would like to find out one day how much time I spend in the various email accounts. I would like to find out and then immediately forget that piece of information.
When science gives us personal neuralizers, or flashy-thingies if you will, we’ll have really done something as a culture.
“I didn’t need to see that … ”
Flashy-thingie.
Of course we would need an idiot-proof these things for home use. One wrong move and you could zap away your entire education.
Anyway, it was a cold day, but I kept myself warm with grading.
It was also a dreary, but I brightened the day with, well, not much really. It was quite the dreary day. Nothing was fixing that. I don’t mind Mondays, but the dark by 3:45 Mondays I could do without. A big layer of dryer lint covered the sky from horizon to horizon all day long. Together the two, and a light drizzle, would have been utterly demoralizing.
So inside I stayed. Half the week’s class prep is done. There is still grading to do. It does pile up, all the things you ask students to do.
Our Friend Jim joined us for dinner, so we went out for corn nuggets at Niffer’s. He was in town to pick up a new mini-refrigerator for his new office. Or so he said. He picked one up last year, too. He says that the best place to get one is in a college town, which makes sense. But having the need for two of them, I suggested aloud, does sound a bit suspect.
You can’t make jokes about lining the inside of a refrigerator in public without people leaning in a bit harder. He defused the situation by letting it slip that he is an Alabama fan.
Ah. Well then. So long as he isn’t carrying Spike.
And everyone was relieved, returning to their meals.
Flashy-thingie.
