Here's the thing:

I got up at 6:30 to be at the Publication Center at 7:30 so some students could work on their stuff, and print, and bind. I was in the room with the hot glue and the sharp blade until 11:30. And then there was a meeting. And then there were e-mails and phone calls from students. And students who were all, "So basically you're saying I'm missing three or four things?" with a chagrined chuckle, and I was all, "yeah." And the grading hovering in the short distance.

And still, the people, it's Friday. FRIDAY. And it's also...the end, almost, of the semester. Let the unwinding commence. I said let it commence!

Sleeping and not sleeping.

Having a little bit of an insomnia wave here, wherein for a variety of reasons I find myself unable to drift into sleep and then have to get up and do whatever. Read, check to see if running son has written, surf the internet pointlessly.

Last night, I think the murder mystery novel I was reading was the tipping point into sleeplessness, as it were. It was a pretty good one--Murder is Academic, a novel I picked up at the Bingham Creek library (the superior West Jordan library) because (a) I liked its cover, (b) it was about academia, and (c) it took place in Great Britain--a slightly fictionalized Cambridge, as it happens.

English teachers everywhere will be happy to know that this mystery turns on an incident of plagiarism. There was a red herring case of student plagiarism, but the fatal act consisted of a professor plagiarizing a student. Talk about your turn of the screw.

Luckily, I was able to finish it and put my mind (or the plot, take your pick) to rest. That meant a slightly cranky day with a nap in it. But it's ended well, as I'm now starting a new Inspector Rebus novel--Ian Rankin, Resurrection Men. I'm in hopes that I will be able to leave it alone for a solid seven hours tonight.