Which meant I wasn't able to do any course prep. I had caught up on my grading yesterday, but I'd expected to have an hour this morning when I could re-read the two essays that I was teaching today (Edmund Burke -- we're in Ireland now, reading his 1790 defense of monarchy and his letter to his son, Richard Burke, who's gotten caught up with those wretched Catholic radicals...). I've read the essays before, of course, but I never managed actual lecture notes last time I taught it, which means I needed to re-read it before class and figure out exactly which points I wanted to be sure we covered and which quotes from the texts I'd want to reference; that would have been really essential towards having a good class. And it just didn't happen.
Which meant that class this morning was -- well, it was okay. I mostly remembered what was in the text and what I wanted to say. But it would have been a good deal better if I'd had an extra hour to prep this morning. That sleep cost me, dangit. If Anand is going to get up at 5 regularly from now on, I can plan for it, and it's even a good thing. 5 is much better than 3:30! But I do wish the boy would send me memos before deciding to adjust his sleep schedule.