Days of non-stop exhaustion, that is.
This morning we drove down to Hyde Park; Margaret dropped me off and continued to O’Hare to deliver Phil Kenneson to his departing plane. I had a big schedule, but was early for my first appointment so I ducked into a Starbuck’s near my destination. As I contemplated my selection, a loud voice sang out from behind the latte machines, “Professor A. K. M. Adam!”
(Someone had blown my cover — uh-oh!)
“The Reverend Doctor A. K. M. Adam, whose weblog I read every day!”
I looked around, but I couldn’t tag a face to the voice. The Starbuckian leaned out from behind Latte Central and introduced himself: Tony, from a class I’d visited last year (and from this site, though he didn’t mention it at the time, nor did I say anything, since I wasn’t sure every blogger in the world advertised to their co-workers that they write online). It was spectacular to hear words of encouragement and praise first thing on a busy morning, and I set out for my day’s discussions heartened by Tony’s kindness.
The day went well; lots of intense conversation, and a serendipitous meeting with Alex, more intense conversation and a pleasant dinner out, and now I have to go to sleep to be better-rested for a breakfast meeting in Hyde Park tomorrow — after which I will come upstairs, crawl under the covers, curl up in a fetal position and zone out for the indefinite future.
Posted by AKMA at July 22, 2004 10:10 PM | TrackBackDarn, too bad I couldn't have been in Chicago a few days earlier hanging w/Tony @ Starbucks and I could have met AKMA as well, man of the little pink book (I know I need to read more than that...). I emailed you awhile back about any postmodern-sensitive-leaning profs at PTS. I start in the fall. I enjoy keeping up with your blog.
Posted by: Adam at July 25, 2004 02:57 PM