So classes have officially started hereabouts. On my way to my first class yesterday, one of the department secretaries pulled me into the office and let me know that there’s a room conflict, and that my class — yes, the one I was just then on my way to teach — was moving. To a different building. A building that I’d set foot in maybe once in my two years here so far, and had forgotten the location of.
But that’s OK, ’cause no one had told the students yet either. I don’t get very many opportunities to feel like a mother duck… and really, I’m OK with that.
Not much else new here. Had a bit of a birthday this past weekend — I’m prime again — but the less said about that, the better. But I will say this: I wish that cookbooks would either give all measurements in reasonable units, or else have a handy conversion chart somewhere that told you, say, exactly how much space six ounces of flour is supposed to take up.