Classes begin

Classes begin tomorrow: my poetry seminar meets at 8:30, and I'm totally looking forward to it. I was still tweaking the syllabus this evening, and decided to change the reading order: we're going to start with The Saint of Letting Small Fish Go.

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Totally incapacitating headache this morning: I had to call Randy to come take me home a little after nine. Several hours and various medications later, it's still there--lurking in my skull like a nasty centipede.

Go away.