First Day of Class--Prelude

[cwmackowski]

I could not have had a more pleasant surprise when I walked out the door shortly after seven: a brisk, foggy autumn morning awaited me--the kind of morning fog filled with big yellow school busses, like specters, moving about.

My syllabus for this morning is done and uploaded. My cowboy boots are on.

I'm ready to start the semester.

Let's get it on.