Time keeps on slipping . . .

I have been to a place where Time has no meaning. A place where hours become minutes, minutes hours.

I traveled there over two days and three nights. During two of those nights, I hardly slept, for my work was piled both high and deep.

And verily, I tell you, I have seen visions.

Which is to say, oh gentle readers, that I thank you for your many words of advice and support, particularly on the last post. And that I shall return soon in order to reply.

But first, I must make one more journey through dense thickets of student essays and trackless swamps of class preparation.

Then, I will come back to you. And I will share with you what I have seen.