I had a three-day class this weekend. It was supposed to start Friday, but that was canceled with no notice, and then all day Saturday and Sunday. To say it was a fiasco is an understatement of epic proportions, but I’m too tired to do it verbal justice right now. The capper was my car dying at school at the lunch break on Sunday.

Again, I lack the mental reserve to do it justice- for now, as a snapshot: there was a retired cop with a mug of beer in his lap that gave me a ride, a very competent new friend who I would pick first if I needed a team, an adjunct teacher who though grinding spices while chanting over rose petals was worth college credit (as well as my weekend), and a car stuck in a bar parking lot downtown. Details soon. Now I sleep.