It's Tuesday and I feel as though my brain has been hit by a Mack truck. T.S. Eliot may have been referring to the unpredictability of spring weather when he said it, but in the world of higher education events, April really IS the cruelest month.
Our work calendar for the next three weeks has so many meetings and events on it, that your eyeballs would probably bleed if I showed it to you.
Since I don't have the space or time to schedule a nervous breakdown, I look for other ways to escape.
Thanks to my friend K. for this little escape into the wonderful world of musical theatre bliss...