Well, I've survived three weeks of graduate school. So far, so good.Even the Statistics class is pretty interesting. However, I AM glad I let my graduate advisor talk me out of taking a third class. So much work, so little time. Some observations, in no particular order:

• Mandatory preparations for the first day of class include locating the nearest coffee vendor. This is especially important when your classes are held from 6 - 10 pm.
• I can still do the cross-campus dash in under 5 minutes. Thank you Leslie Sansone!
• The downtown walk/don't walk signs make no sense to me, so I've reverted to the Chicago school of crossing: wait til there's a break in traffic and make a run for it. I haven't lost my touch.
• It seems that the Transit Police can drive on the sidewalk. What's that all about?
• Some things haven't changed: academic types still prefer turtlenecks and blazers.
• Interesting, even after just three weeks, my brain feels like it's running on all its cylinders again, after just chugging along for so many years.