The word in the leasing office, which we swung by twice today as we were in the neighborhood after registering my most wee tyke for school, was that the apartment will be ready for certain by tomorrow. The only realy problem, other than the apartment should have been ready by Friday, is that Tuesday is the absolute worst day for me. At best, we get the keys after signing paperwork when the office first opens at ten. I have to cut out to campus at thirteen o'clock. That doesn't leave much time.

I had a disturbing dream last night. It would have been funny if it were about some random joe rather than someone I know. Regardless of who it was about, I started the day about an hour of sleep behind where I would have liked.

I started a nice little essay on certainty and tradition. I hope I get around to finishing this one unlike the essay I started on Islamic political philosophy some four weeks or so ago.

I'm dead beat. I ought to head off to bed.