Returning from the grave

Most of the week has been spent feeling like one of those red-shirt, mind your own business security guards at CTU, only to find yourself momentarily sharing an elevator with Jack Bauer. The next thing you know, you're being dragged behind a Tijuana 18-wheeler going down a gravel road outside of Bakersfield with 6 inch long banana slugs shoved up your nose.

Damn germs.

Plus today is a faculty meeting day and it's raining. Boo-flippin-hoo.

Standing between me and catching up on some blogging is a 3 ft. stack of grading, plus about 20 callbacks I need to make. Urgh.