Karina leaves today.
I can't even spend the day with her; I need to go teach. I'll see her for about an hour this afternoon before we take her to the airport.
Grumble, grumble, grumble...
I wish some of my morning work included writing a nasty review of something. I'd be really good at it right now. I certainly can't trust myself to grade.
If this journal is silent for a while, and you hear rumors that I've fled to Melbourne...well, they probably won't be true. Don't worry.
I'll at least finish teaching this semester first.