It’s the 4th anniversary of my mother’s death today. We’re dealing with capital punishment and war in the Intro to Moral Philosophy class I’m teaching tonight. I don’t know that I’m emotionally equipped for it. If it wasn’t for the fact that I have a great bunch of people on the course and I don’t do this for the money I’d probably phone in sick.
And the main computer in the house has decided it’s not going to bother booting up anymore so I have to use the laptop for everything.
Once I’m there automatic pilot will probably kick in: I’ll be fine for the 2 hours then be an emotional wreck as soon as I step through the door home. Hopefully I’ll feel better tomorrow.
Don't comment. I'm just venting.