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After an anxious day and a restless night (and that's all I'm saying about that, thankyewverymuch), I still had to go to work this morning. I was in a state that, in my experience, coffee does not help - unable to concentrate well, and with fitful and useless spurts of energy, almost electric in feel, flickering through my muscles and under my skin. But there was a lecture to deliver - the First Fundamental Theorem of Calculus, no less.
It was a chilly and damp day - rain misting down, umbrellas just barely necessary - so I selected one of my heavier shirts, slightly itchy but undeniably warm; together with a windbreaker to keep off the damp, it was just what the weather called for.
The building where all of my classes meet is about five minutes away from the Science Building. Its heating/cooling system is thoroughly idiosyncratic; about the only predictable features are that the internal environment bears no relationship to the external, and it is usually uncomfortable. Despite the fact that the building has central heat, different rooms can be markedly different in temperature, from each other and from the corridors. Stepping into the room where my calculus class is held was like walking into a sauna.
Did I mention that I was wearing a heavy shirt? Or that I was having trouble staying awake?
Fortunately, the act of lecturing - of even beginning a lecture - gives me a charge of energy, so that I was able to deliver - I think - a creditable introduction to FTC1. But it exacts a price; when the class ended, I was not just tired but depleted - i.e., ravenous. I went back to the office, picked up my things, and headed for home. I dozed a bit on the bus (but only fitfully, for fear of missing my stop). The dogs needed food, so I stopped at Shop'n'Save; I picked up a small bag of dog food (no way I was going for one of the 22-lb bags!), a loaf of bread, and something quick, tasty, and thoroughly bad for me for dinner. Once home, I nuked the dinner, wolfed it down, and went to bed.
The phone kept me from getting any extended sleep, but I'm no longer completely wiped. Still a little shaky, though. Thursday, I only have evening classes, for which I am devoutly grateful.
It was a chilly and damp day - rain misting down, umbrellas just barely necessary - so I selected one of my heavier shirts, slightly itchy but undeniably warm; together with a windbreaker to keep off the damp, it was just what the weather called for.
The building where all of my classes meet is about five minutes away from the Science Building. Its heating/cooling system is thoroughly idiosyncratic; about the only predictable features are that the internal environment bears no relationship to the external, and it is usually uncomfortable. Despite the fact that the building has central heat, different rooms can be markedly different in temperature, from each other and from the corridors. Stepping into the room where my calculus class is held was like walking into a sauna.
Did I mention that I was wearing a heavy shirt? Or that I was having trouble staying awake?
Fortunately, the act of lecturing - of even beginning a lecture - gives me a charge of energy, so that I was able to deliver - I think - a creditable introduction to FTC1. But it exacts a price; when the class ended, I was not just tired but depleted - i.e., ravenous. I went back to the office, picked up my things, and headed for home. I dozed a bit on the bus (but only fitfully, for fear of missing my stop). The dogs needed food, so I stopped at Shop'n'Save; I picked up a small bag of dog food (no way I was going for one of the 22-lb bags!), a loaf of bread, and something quick, tasty, and thoroughly bad for me for dinner. Once home, I nuked the dinner, wolfed it down, and went to bed.
The phone kept me from getting any extended sleep, but I'm no longer completely wiped. Still a little shaky, though. Thursday, I only have evening classes, for which I am devoutly grateful.
