It's sort of like having a spanner in the works: now I'm even more unhappy with myself that we didn't discuss at least one story in the first classes of this week. NCC hasn't canceled classes today, but I'm canceling mine: the roads are treacherous, and despite the fact that I was inch, inch, inching along to get here, I was in one near fender-bender and had a couple of other scary moments when the car started to fish-tail. In their infinite wisdom, the administration has decided to postpone the start of classes tomorrow, however, and that means another missed class for me. Those two classes are going to have a hell of a rough week next week, trying to get all the stories adequately discussed before they have to write their papers.
Ah well.
Anyway, I'm about to put all the assignments to be marked in a bag, along with my beautiful, wonderful editor's desk, let the office know I've canceled my class, and inch, inch, inch my way home. I'm not going on the highway this time: seeing how people were driving scared the hell out of me, and I'd prefer to be on roads where even the idiots who want to go the speed limit can't be going all that fast. And won't it be lovely to be home, in my "soft clothes" (as Bonnie used to call them), drinking hot beverages and marking papers with kitties purring at my feet. And because of the delayed start, I don't even have to get up super early tomorrow to get dug out in time to get to class. Lovely.
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