It's going to be a long quarter. I can tell.
In the 'all the ironies that are my life' department, I have an appointment for a consultation at the Stanford Sleep Clinic -- during finals week.
The good news in the health department is that the first round of physical therapy (for the partial rotator cuff tear in my right shoulder, sustained 29 Aug while heaving a hay bale in a certifiably foolish manner) really tired out the shoulder, but the jaw-rattling, what-do-you-mean-you-want-to-sleep pain is, thankfully, a memory.