Back to work

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I have been on sabbatical since June.

I returned to campus during the last week of classes to hand in my syllabi for the spring semester. First, I had to go to my office to dig up an old one. Though I have had my own scanner, copier, and computer for twenty-five years, I haven't digitized a lot of my old tests and syllabi. They languish in a folder beneath a pile of library books that I failed to return. Some of the books have a due date going back ten years.  The library hasn't sent me any notices, so I suppose nobody has tried to check any of them out.

One reason why I have received no notices is that I have no university email address to send notifications to. Another possibility is that I have no cubbyhole to hand deliver a notice to. I don't think anyone who works for the library can find my office because I keep my door closed most of the time, and I removed my name plate years  ago. I don't think anyone really knows what's behind my office door. 

As long as nobody mistakes it for a bathroom door, I don't care.