So.

The cat is sleeping on my lap. Which is to say the bulk of him is on my lap -- I'd say that approximately 60% of the cat is currently above my pelvic region. His head is nestled in a pile of papers stacked next to me on the couch, his front legs twitching languidly to one side. His back paws are propped up on the couch arm, stacked awkwardly as if he just fell from a great height (he hasn't). He is snoring.

I taught my first week of class last week. It was fun, but I'm kind of panicking about the fact that I have to teach again this week. Me. Teach. Again. Eek.

I'm also going in for surgery this week. This is most likely no surprise to any of you. All (guessing here) five? of you already know about the lump, the inconclusive biopsy, the surgery this week to take the whole thing out. If you didn't know (or even if you did) don't worry. It's more than likely nothing; I'm fine. Well, I'm depressed and anxious. But yeah, that's pretty much 'Tuesday' for me, anyway.

The cat just sort of rolled over, and he's now snuggling with my laptop's power supply. It's cold tonight in San Francisco; I don't blame him.