More and more.

Today, a non-stop day, still not stopped though I'm pushing on well into the night. Grading, teaching, advising, meeting--and then a quick dash back down my favorite stretch of highway for an appointment that could only be scheduled tonight. And then back at it. Only, I'm slowing, and my brain wants to be in sort mode, while I sleep freighted with wools and cottons and fleeces and flannels.

Tomorrow, something more closely resembling thought. For now, enjoy the leaf colors. And if that's not enough, go read some completely cracked job application letters. So very good. I love #17.