Well, not really. The first-years started this week. I have spent a lot of time answering questions like "How do I print?," "How many books can I check out?" and the always-riveting "Where's the restroom?"

It's been a very long busy week. I can't believe it's only Wednesday. I've had an enormous research project that's been going on for the last three weeks. I had hoped to finish it today, but that didn't happen. I'm close, but I was unwilling to stay another hour & a half or so to wrap it up. So tomorrow will have to suffice. The light is at the end of the tunnel. Let's hope it's not a train.

Besides, if I wanted to work late all the time, I would have stayed practicing law and at least made more money (well, maybe). Probably been an alcoholic and miserable, but more money is everything, right? (Or at least I'm told by - oh that's right - idiots.)

I'm really not ready for school to start. Where did summer go? I sort of remember it, like I remember the plots of books from my childhood or several nights from college. Fondly but fuzzy.

So work's been hectic and stressful, but not bad, I guess. rosepurr is back in New Orleans, updating me daily on her fantastic meals but tedious work. I update her on my less fantastic meals and tedious work.

I take heart in being glad I only work at a school and am no longer in school. Sometimes I think it might be fun to take a class out of sheer interest, but I just don't want to write papers and sit through lectures and so forth. I'm done. Thank God.

A magnificent thunderstorm booms outside and my computer just flickered. So it's time to cut this off. Good night.