The apartment is clean, and dinner is simmering on the oven. The slowly growing stack of clothes draped over the back of my chair is stowed, as are the stacks of books that were starting to grow by the base of my shelves. I made some good progress this week in my research work; I had interesting conversations with colleagues, some of which may lead to future collaborations; and I have only one homework left for the semester. I have lots of research work that I'd like to do before I leave for Maryland (not to mention two take-home finals to do), but I can worry about that on Friday or Saturday.

Now, though, it's Thanksgiving Eve, which is an approximate Friday. So perhaps I'll curl up with a book and go to bed early.