On the way to Dance Collective for the beginning of the new semester.

At the library, after discovering we were a week early for dance class.

In the stacks.

Today a student asked, jokingly, how I can "live" without a cell phone. I think if I had a cell phone this Saturday, I would have called home and said "there is no dance class," like I needed guidance or something, and Catherine would have helped me out. She would have said "well, you could get some bread flour on your way home," and we would have gone home. Instead, we were on our own. We didn't know we needed bread flour. We went to the library.