...is all I have the brain space for tonight. My hopes for something lovely in this space were dashed by a very, very long day. The good news is, even though it's exhausting and I might cry my way through Friday night, student conferences are the best way I can think of to be worn out by teaching. One-on-one time to talk about papers, class, stresses, is priceless (you usually get to laugh a little, too). For now, I'll enjoy my little treat of orange slices, put on my flannel jammies, and climb into bed before 8pm. I'd feel guilty for turning in so early if it wasn't such of a necessity.