Chris invited me to his ancient philosophy class to talk about what it's like to read Heraclitus in Greek. It meant extra work, but it was something I really wanted to do. So there I was at 8 a.m. this morning, trying to explain to folks with no Greek experience at all how some enigmatic fragments "tick" in their original language. It went well, and I'm glad I opted for extra work in this case.
This evening I stayed on campus late so I could go to the annual staged reading of the winning play in the alumni play-writing contest. I was so tired at the end of the work-week that I was tempted just to come home instead, but it was a very interesting piece and it felt so good to see and hear other people's creativity at work. Nice to be driving home, knowing that I made the right decision.
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