This semester is going to be ... different.

For the last three, I've taught one, and then two classes, a few times a week. Most days, I don't have to bother putting on real pants unless I want to go to the grocery store ... which I mostly do as a reason to leave the apartment occasionally.

This semester, I'm teaching a LOT more, but it's mostly online. I got up this morning, poured my morning caffeine, and hit the inbox and .... OH HOLY MOTHER OF GOD.

It's going to be different.

I can't even be anxious about it because the FluterSibling just called to ask if I'd spoken to our mother. I had not.

Apparently she's gone in for surgery today?!? They're going to drill a hole. In her skull. NBD, right?

... I'm always the last to know everything.