Huh.

Well, today didn't turn out at all as I expected. The meeting of the seminar hours was moderately painful--but it's going to get a lot worse before it gets better. I do not not not envy Scott, who is the chair of the committee. He's wonderful at it, and is being very pragmatic, patient--and potentially fierce if need be. He was going from our meeting to a meeting with the idiot dean who is making our lives hell. (As Cathy explains, the dean needs to win some fights with us in order to gain face with the administration. Kinda thought the dean was supposed to be in our corner, but apparently not on this campus.) We'll know more about just how painful things are going to get once we hear Scott's report on that meeting.

I then dutifully went down to get to work with Bruce--and he was clearly in one of those "I have so much shit I'm trying to keep track of, I can't see" places. Right now, just about everything is in his head, and he's doing some feats of prestidigitation behind the scenes, but it's chaos--hell on a stick, to borrow a phrase from one of my students. He needs to just work on his own a while longer, so--miracle of miracles--I'm sprung for tomorrow. For one brief and unhappy moment I thought I'd have to come in anyway to meet with our tech guru, but whatever the printer problem was, it's solved for now, so, well, hooray!

And the other hooray--a really huge one--is that it's official: I'm teaching SF. I've done a preliminary book order, and now I can start figuring out an assignment schedule and paper topics. Tomorrow. At home.

I have a list of things to do tomorrow, in fact, but ... that's tomorrow. (You know, when I'm stronger.) Now, I am going to a routine/follow-up doctor's appointment and then, well, wherever I decide to go next. Ain't life grand?