Why hello, everyone. I’m at the Homestead High School gym watching T’s penultimate (penultimate means “last”, right?) basketball games of the season. His team lost the first something like 35-4. They stink. The second game starts in twenty minutes. Then we’re done and can drop The Hurt Locker off at Blockbuster and go home.

T just told me I have bad breath. Thanks, man! And some of these parents are WAY into the game currently taking place (it’s a tournament, so T’s waiting to play, in case you’re wondering about the multiple game references). Dude, relax. Stop yelling “traveling!” every five seconds at the refs.

The last few days have gone pretty well. Thursday was long but I slept Wednesday night and scheduled mostly lab work for my classes so all I had to do was look over my students’ shoulders to make sure they were on the right track. I’m tired, though. How many credits am I teaching this term? Let me count. Fourteen. That’s a hell of a lot, really, overload even without the chair responsibilities. I was only supposed to teach ten this term, but M.Z. couldn’t teach her afternoon ASL one. At least I’ll get a decent overload check over the summer.

More later. Game about to start.