Bed rest? Whatever...

First I worked on a group project with A. Then saw Jack Reaper with my guys (not awful, but far from great). Groceries. Cooking chicken soup. Graded student papers... I wish I could simply be sick, in bed, and all that, but no such luck.

I am rather disturbed by a conversation I had with D., a fellow student in my department, ahead of me in her journey. She was furious about the upcoming changes to the PhD program. She knew too much, and she was mad at ME. Bizarre. I didn't do anything, Dear.

If you want to haul at the moon, pick a different hill.

And here is some brilliant music that kept me company while grading. Guitar solo, sure, but check out the bad-ass percussion work!