Up at 4, and he couldn’t go back to sleep.  No coffee, had to retrieve at store.  And he’d be pouring in the drained strain he found himself in.  The semester ended in almost exactly 96 hours.  95 hours, 57 mins, in all precision.  Mike wasn’t looking forward to grading all those final papers– well, maybe the 5’s, but that’s it.  And a couple of the 100’s, from his stronger writers, students that actually cared about their work.  He needed to post to the teaching blog before leaving this morning.  That blog was his key and path to what he wanted, a Life in books, in writing.  And the students would carry him there..

Now, off to the store for coffee.  Without that he’d be dead.