As I was lying here typing Kitcat was falling asleep curled up next to me and before he fell asleep entirely he reached out and took my hand with his paw.

I really hate the word limn.

I have to go to bed but if I do it will immediately be morning and I will have to have eight student conferences before I'm fully awake, and then study Pound, and then Joyce, and go out to dinner with our bigtime visiting scholar, and then write a paper, and then go to sleep only to get up and do it all over again. At moments like this Sisterkins and I sometimes imagine we are at a beach resort with a swim-up bar. Wouldn't that be nice?