Worth Warning

Between jet lag, finals, and the minor discomforts of pregnancy, my dominant mood for the week appears to be cranky. With a slight but intractible headache. A good snowstorm, completion of the final, and/or six or seven hours of uninterrupted sleep would probably clear this up.

I have Dar Williams tickets for Sunday. Those might help too.

Progress

Nineteen of twenty-seven sections of the blasted final are done. To celebrate, I'm taking a shower and going to bed.