I've checked the weather, my e-mail, and I've read the posts of my "regular" blogreads. Time now to fish or write something.

Basically, another IUD.

Well, there was the phone call from the associate dean (or some title like that--he's either 2nd or 3rd in "command") at Xavier. He had to make an effort to locate me. Guess he discovered that the phone number on my personal info list no longer has an answering machine. (I got tired of all the recorded sales pitches that got left on it.) So, he called my next-of-kin (good thing I put down her cell number) and got my cell number from her.

He had a question from a student who had W$'d spring of 05, but had (supposedly) cleared it and her grade . . . yada yada. I don't remember the student at all, but then 8/29/05 is sort of a memory break for many of us. Anyway, I told him where my records were and if he had any problem to give me a buzz and I could swing by Xavier on Friday. We chatted a bit and I reminded him that I would be delighted to have a class. And I know that it all depends on registration for the fall.

I was talking to my former colleague who is working on a book (at the Women's Center) and she told me that the fall registration is tentatively looking good.

So I'll continue to walk around with crossed fingers--(except for when I'm writing.)