Before logging off from the class website at 2:00 a.m. Pacific Standard Time, I did the math to see how long I would be able to sleep before logging on again for the live hangout broadcasting at 4:00 p.m. Greenwich Mean Time.
Not long enough, but it was Friday. A person can survive anything if it happens on a Friday.
With mud-thick coffee, almond buttered toast, birdseed, and freshly cut apple slices, Mia the Sun Conure and I settled into the yellow velvet wingback chair at my desk. I checked and re-checked all settings to verify that no one could see me or hear Mia if she decided to squawk. I put a piece of tape over the camera lens on my computer as a low-tech security measure.
Class was in session. Gratifyingly, the professors have names that bear hefty Gaelic weight: Hamish…Sian…Macleod…Ross…Knox…Bane…Sinclair…in various combinations.