I'm up at school, ostensibly to work on the last couple of sticking points (very minor) on the evil thesis before a student turns up for tutoring at 9:30 and I meet with [chair] at 11 and I advise at 12:30, but in reality drinking iced coffee and eating a coffee shop muffin and enjoying the blessed, lovely quiet. Classes this session don't start until 10:00, so the only people here are me, housekeeping, and the departmental secretary. Glorious.
I have emailed out a full draft to the committee, along with a request to schedule my defense.
My student showed up, so I tutored and she listened and it went well. She wrote me a check for way more than what she owed me so far, so she's got hours on account and I have a little extra cash in my life. I ate some leftover tofu fried rice for lunch and went and advised freshmen and went to the bank and the coop and came home and packed and cleaned and served up leftovers for dinner and stuff. And now I'm tired, and it's time to go to bed.