Faculty teach a fourmonth in the Fall and then another in the Spring. That leaves a third of the year free–three months in the summer, three weeks at deep winter, and the little blessed week in March.

Today was one of the two or five worst single days of the two-thirds, when the Deanlet is presiding over pointlessness in the form of a meeting. However, a second meeting was cancelled, so I had all afternoon to recover; thus complaint would be unseemly. So I will demurr.

After a very early morning tomorrow it’s down to the stuff that matters and that fraction of it I haven’t already done.

The groove will be hit running yeah.

Meanwhile today, John Bolton wants to testify at Trump’s trial. I never thought I’d be cheerleading for that Nazi, but I hope he gets his chance on the stand, for sure. The reason for my hope is outlined with love in episode 15 of Mike Moore’s podcast.