Just Suck That Wind Out of My Sails

I had another seminar today with my charming prof *cough* *gack* and it did not go too well. On the bus, I was preparing a giant rant with which to entertain you all, dwelling mainly (but not exclusively) on this guy's classroom manner, with drive-bys on his course organization and general asshattedness.

Then, when I got home, Eric was so loving and supportive about the whole mess that I don't feel the need to rant anymore. I guess, therefore, that this post should be a tribute to my beloved husband who, aside from being really good in bed (sorry, Bob) always manages to come through for me when I really need him. He listened and made appropriate, trenchant comments that helped me clarify the situation, gave me a big hug, and offered to feed me. Now that is the way I like to be treated.

Bridget du Pont says hi, too. She is recovering from her spay by sitting on my lap and purring like a mad thing.