Shuffling Pink Martini on my iPod.
Documenting my teaching accomplishments.
Curled up on a couch in a boulevard-sized passageway outside the ballrooms with massive glassed views of saguaro, ocotillo, a golf course, and, farther down the vale, the city stretching across the floor of the valley. The crispness of the day refreshes me.
Enjoying the last couple hours of solitude among colleagues and music, writing and thinking.
Documenting my teaching accomplishments.
Curled up on a couch in a boulevard-sized passageway outside the ballrooms with massive glassed views of saguaro, ocotillo, a golf course, and, farther down the vale, the city stretching across the floor of the valley. The crispness of the day refreshes me.
Enjoying the last couple hours of solitude among colleagues and music, writing and thinking.
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