Seventeen hours

Seventeen hours, and I'm essentially done for the summer. At work, that is.
And when I say "for the summer", I mean that I'll be back in mid August starting over --- but that is the Fall Semester (i.e. autumn, Michaelmas term, etc) which is a different thing entirely.

Tomorrow we have a seven hour marathon presentation session for the students in the summer program: we'll get pizzas shipped in halfway through, and go from 8 to 3. So far we've not made any of them cry --- at least, not in front of us --- and not that I want to, but...

Yours, playing bad cop for one last time,
N.