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As a celebration of the end of the semester, we planned a Bathtub potluck for last night. Now, I don't do much cooking. Really, I don't cook at all. But baking? That I can do. That I love. So I was concerned about finding anything to cook for the potluck. I searched through potluck recipes online but found nothing that sounded appealing and took less than ten ingredients that I didn't have. The idea of cooking a casserole sounded horrible. I considered getting a couple Little Cesar's Hot-N-Ready pizzas. Lame, I know. I mentioned this cooking plight to Amy while we were in our office yesterday, and she gave me permission to bake. I bake good cookies, she said. And that was the word I needed. So I baked a double-layer Devil's Food cake and baked chocolate chip cookies.

We had a lovely time, the five of us, chatting in my dining room. We ate cookies and Amy's rice but no cake. So now I have this big, whole cake to eat. Who wants it? Well, I had one slice earlier. But I'm revolutionizing my health habits again, so I can't eat the whole thing.

"Winds are whipping waves up like skyscrapers, and they harder they hit me the less I seem to bruise."

It's a KT Tunstall kind of morning. The morning hasn't been entirely productive, but it's getting there. Again, I keep staring at all of my writing ideas and thinking how it would be great to write on all of them, but then I don't know where to start.

Now let's go back to John Mayer for a minute. Listen to "War of My Life."

What am I going to read first this break? Technically, I have to read my students' projects, but that is the last thing I want to think about. I keep forgetting that I have to grade them. Can't I just be done? Can't I just keep these students and not grade anymore? For the record, 11:00 am is the best teaching time.

My tree. I refuse to admit that Christmas is one week away. I haven't soaked in the tree yet. I haven't enjoyed the holiday season yet. I have a feeling the tree will be up through January. Not out of laziness but out of pleasure.