Well, the official start of fall is here, at least for someone who works in college publishing. Sadly, I'm congratulating myself for finishing at 9:45. My goal was 9, but give me a break, I'm rusty.
I have to say though, that it feels great to be back on campus. Most of the faculty are energized and excited to be back as well.
I want a cig right now so badly. What is wrong with my brain that associates cigs and work?
One quick thought. Tonight my husband was taking measurements in my office so that he can install some shelving units and make me a desk (the card table I have been using for the last 6 years is begging to retire). He probably took 10 measurements but didn't write a single one down. Supergenius? Or is this just a man thang?