Today was a dramatic turnaround from the weekend, which seemed as it was happening catastrophic but was really just disappointing. So much so that when I returned home and found a reply from a submission that I sent out quite a while ago to a magazine which usually reports back quickly, I had my hopes up. No such luck, but I am undaunted. Today is better than yesterday. I should like to continue this trend until the end of time, but until the end of the week would be acceptable.

Teaching classes does brighten my spirit, though sometimes I fear my students wouldn’t know it. I have an extra class again this week, subbing in for a friend. I’ll sub in for his class four times this semester, and I like this class quite a lot. In stunning opposition to the adage “I wouldn’t want to be part of any group that would have me,” I tend to feel great affection for any group that will have me as a teacher.

Night driving, and I have written of this before, I transform the car into an X-Wing. It is a clumsy name for the craft, of which I have also written before, unjustly out of sync with the sleekness of its body, the snug of its cockpit, the smooth of the seatbelt between breasts. Of course, this is the seatbelt, and no women flew for the rebel alliance. I have written of this before.

Hey, speaking of Star Wars, CeCe Garcia, you can eat your heart out. (Found this after writing the above.)