Who’s the patron saint of lost causes? And who prayed to him on my behalf? Not that I believe in all of that, but I did just thumb through my teaching evaluations for this spring. And things are good. Surprisingly good. My other thought is that, as terrible as it is that I’m becoming my father, I’m also becoming my mother. My father groans audibly to express his moods, unwittingly tells lousy jokes, and sings/hums songs poorly. I groan more... Read more