Sobriquet 44.6

Owing to an obligation to grade a rather thick stack of student papers -- a task which has kept me up until the wee hours of the morning -- I haven't the energy to write much today. Fortunately, the papers I have spent the last few hours marking up with my trusty ol' red pen have been largely well-written, leaving me in a good enough mood to at least write this tiny bit of prose before setting of for the Land of Nod.

I did, of course, continue reading Boyhood.

For tomorrow: Read another chunk of the book.