It is September. As an instruction librarian, I spend an inordinate amount of time in the classroom or preparing to be in the classroom. Otherwise, I am at meetings because librarians love to have meetings. We like to talk about how we did things back in the day and how the world is changing. Of course, we talk about things changing, but very rarely change anything.
The thrust of all this? I do not have anything to say. Mr. Rochester suggested I tell a priest and a rabbi joke. Alas, I do not know any. I am going to bed.