It’s the worst time of the year. I have to review everything I’ve taught this semester, I have to give final exams and papers, I have to grade everything that comes pouring in, and I have to do it with a hard deadline — everyone disappears after Friday. I also have to do this damned debate on Friday. And then I fly away to Seattle this weekend.
Oh well. One last surge of effort, and then I’m off until mid-January.
I say, let it get done on Saturday.
Excuse me while I get my coat…
Oh, what does a day late and a dollar short mean again?
If I can locate a copy at Amazon, I will send PZ the poster with a grumpy cat leaning over a cup, with the text “COFFEE – because murder is wrong”.
-It is how I feel in compareable situations.