conjugal crisis and conjunctivitis

That's how I spent my morning. Rather sad indeed. Happiness seems like a distant country whose language is utterly unintelligible to me despite my darndest efforts.

But, now medicated and fed, life is looking up.

Progress list:
Concert: not total debaucle
Darío paper: revised and out of my hands
Translation project: complete enough, needs reflection (will do now)
Student grades: In my bag, not done yet
Exams: tomorrow
Portuguese exam: Monday
Vicens/Poniatowska comparison: Book yet to be finished, but... have a clever title, and therefore an idea of where I am going.

Which is... back to the laundromat and then to work.