Just me, or has it been like three weeks since last Friday? The seven preceding days have been a veritable shit show, from the roller coaster that was the UM coaching search’s final hours to work going all Tamburlaine on me of late. In a perfect world, such weeks would be strictly consigned to the summer months, when some iota of relief might be found at the nearest entrance ramp with the windows down and radio blaring, ideally something of a restive, fuck-the-world bent. Unfortunately, it’s January, and cracked windows would leave me feeling numb, but in all the wrong places. So that just leaves the music. “Nothing to be Done” by the Pastels should fit the bill nicely. I mean, seriously, that guitar solo reeks catharsis…