I returned to the minutiae of normal life today, taking myself to the social security office to commit the arcane rituals necessary to acquire a new social security card. I was prepared for a boring wait, but there was a gentleman there who roared. Constantly. In a manner that he seemed to think was communicative. He was quite polite about it, and everyone else there was diligently ignoring him. It was a bit surreal, and not at all boring.
The dissertation chapters I recently turned in are almost, but not quite, where they ought to be. So I should be working on them right now, but there is a story pinching at the edges of my consciousness. I'm not sure if it's flash, or a regular short story. If it turns out to be the former, I'll post it up here.
Don't worry. I won't ever inflict the dissertation on you.