I got there late, not by their standards, just by my own. Clouds had rolled in and the place was eerily deserted. Except for the old network guy and his wife the old programmer lady. At some point I heard him wander into her office and start telling her a meme. Apparently some ancient Fox News guy had tweeted out something about Sanders, and it was pretty funny, by standards both decrepit and muddy.

I shut my door and willed back my headache and I got done what needed to get done, which wasn’t really all that much.

I spoke briefly to the good guy who did horrible things in Afghanistan, and told him what was up with this HR meeting thing.

I came up with a plan for my door art. At some point I will take down the assorted symbolism, which includes the anarchy symbol and a picture of a pencil with the embossed words "This Machine Kills Fascists". And replace them all with a picture of the Johnny Depp character from the Jim Jarmusch film Dead Man.

One of the ones where his face is painted in fawn’s blood as a sign of grieving respect.

Then I taught, about package managers, a particular class of software, and came straight home. There was a pretty fine voicemail that lifted me up with a smile.

Tomorrow I will be up very early, which is unnatural for a Tuesday, and I’ll drive in the dawn into the city, for the purpose of burning up a little med expense while I’m still securely insured. Then preside over a midterm. And so on.

Sometime Friday, spring break gets underway.

There are big plans for that already, including an interview and some other stuff that might work out or not.

I am guardedly optimistic, because for every eyestraining worry there is this undercurrent of hope and freedom, and because guarded optimism is my habit of mind.