I’m not going to dither on about how it’s snowing in April, because if you’re here, you know it is, and if you’re not, you don’t much care, because it’s stopped now anyway. But I had the good sense to leave before all of eastern NJ decided to get onto Route 78 and head westbound without the faintest idea of how to drive in bad weather, so here I am in my slippers… going back to work.

Four weeks and one day until both papers for this semester of grad school are due. I apologize right now for all abstracted stares, complete absent-mindedness, panicked screeching, moody rants, and desperate fits of sobbing. Because they will come. O, they will come.