...handing back quizzes, taking phone calls, and grading essays... For what it's worth, I wore my Zulu bracelet and said Happy Mardi Gras to a few people, who looked at me as if I was nuts. But they just don't get it...and I don't care that they don't get it. It's 5 p.m. here. In NOLA it's time for Comus. Except I don't think they roll anymore... Tant pis pour luis.