Last fall, I would teach on the St. Paul campus on Friday mornings and then drive over to the East Bank with Mister Husband. I'd drop him off for his Friday afternoon seminar and head off for a late lunch at the Vietnamese joint, where my favorite waiter would fill me in on what his band was plotting and playing that week. Then I’d go on over to the Engineering library’s second floor reading room to read for exams (and procrastinate on reading for exams). It was a good space for me, and I got quite a bit done there. Now I’m thinking maybe I should work in one day a week of diss writing in this room. Can’t hurt, might help.