Knuth was fun last night. I arrived early, and spend a couple of hours reading the first few dozen pages. When the rest arrived, we all had dinner, and then spent a couple of hours working thru a couple of pages on binomials. We really need a chalkboard. When I did this sort of thing back in collage, my study group would take over an empty late-night classroom in the EMCB, and 3 hours later have filled all eight huge boards.
Absolutely no energy this morning. I couldn't crawl out of bed `till 11. Not because I was tired, I was just absent both "want to" and "want to want to". I think that's how I process depression or loss now. Instead of feelings of sadness or anger, I get unmotived.
The photo from Cirque Du Noc arrived in the mail last night. It's a cool image, I wonder if I can get the digital file from the photographer.
