November 8, 2019

Still-night morning, before class, full of crosses and trials, followed by the kind of bellowing tantrum that makes you grateful, for once, for living alone. Sitting in my office before class I heard footsteps in the hall, and prayed most sincerely, “Please let it not be K with orange juice and an update on her hysterectomy.” It was K with orange juice and an update on her hysterectomy. Gave an exam, Have not read the exam, but, glancing at a few answers, wondered if anyone hears a word I say. Came home and napped, and woke in a blaze of blue winter light. Last night’s cold got the chaste trees. Pricing flights for the March break. Ancestry.com suggests my great-grandmother was Australian (out of Ireland). Did William Keenan go to Australia (from County Clare) before coming to America? More digging. . .