a group of freshmen English students engage in a great conversation about Raymond Carver's "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love."

No small feat. It always feels good when a class goes well.
I had gotten an email right before class from an old friend who had kind words of sympathy for me on the loss of Molly.
So she was all I could think about during class.
Nevertheless, it went well. I didn't cry in front of my students, and I sucessfully got every one of them to contribute something to discussion.
Well done.
I think she would have been proud.