Ellie was in her office and the door was open.

Ellie was in her office and the door was open. Quite possibly, she was daydreaming about Spock like a teenage fangirl.

Ellie was in her office, idly wondering if the "Vegans" would send her some, you know, nice guest speakers for a change.

Ellie was in her office, sending handwavey emails her mentees, Gwynn Hood, Marie D'Ancanto, and Naomi Wildman, inviting them to come by her office if they had anything they needed to discuss.

Ellie was in her office, perhaps pondering exactly why the not-Vegans kept sending her extraterrestrial guests with designs on conquering or eating the Earth.

Ellie was in her office, composing a thank you note to Princess Ardala for last week's appearance.

Thank you for talking to the class...thank you for not sending your obvious pirate ships against Fandom...thank you for not kidnapping any of our eligible space captains to be to become your unwilling husband?

Ellie was in her office that morning, using her laptop to check the weather forecasts for the space shuttle launch that Thursday.

Ellie was in her office, checking up on the predicted intensity of the upcoming Leonids meteor shower this weekend.

Ellie was in her office, idly checking out astronomy.com on her computer. She was, of course, open for any visitors.

[ooc: class will be up late this afternoon, sorry.]

Ellie was in her office, available for anyone who might need her.