Well, it's been the week from hell. We got back from Mackinac on Sunday at around 6:00; I crashed pretty early because I was very tired. Got up early on Monday to grade, went and taught, came home and had dinner, then graded until 11, got up at 6:00 and did it again, and again, until Friday. By which time I was a basket case.

The trip to Mackinac was really fun, although the batteries in my camera died at several inopportune moments and I got very few pictures. En route, I got these shots, which speak for themselves:







In case you can't read the text on the sandwich-board sign, it says







I hope some of you out there are mourning with me . . . I mean, this wasn't gourmet food by any means, but Mr. Taco and I go a long way back . . .



Anyhow, here's the only picture I got on the island:








That's Brenda on the ferry as we arrive at the island.

Needles to say it was chilly up there!