I'm a bit weary on this Monday morning. I have nothing fun to report from the weekend. It was the first weekend of my weekend express class. That means between Friday at 5:30 to Sunday at 4:50, I taught for 17 hours. 17 hours! One down, two more weekends to go. That doesn't feel as good as you think it would to type. Maybe after next weekend when I have only one more to go, I'll feel a little thrill.