Definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Underwent temporary insanity for a while, then told meself to quit it.

It was a good thing my panel schedule with some of Caloy's students was set this afternoon; otherwise, I would've just returned to QC as the most solitary traveler.

And so, with the pit in my chest that is still there (but valiantly ignoring), I was a teacher once again for several hours as we went over students' papers and tried to give constructive comments.

Begged off Caloy's beer invite, which I would've said yes to on this sweltering Monday night, except that the pit in my chest might be encouraged.

Weekend recklessness with excessive junk food and exercise on a break might have to be a thing of the past.

Thank goodness for friends who arrive on time.