Two and a half hours before my talk. After going to all the effort to buy a tie that matched my PowerPoint slide, I did a surprisingly sloppy job shaving this morning and also have a cold that raises the possibility that I may be hocking up phlegm on the first row.
Anyway, if there was anything I learned from my father's many years of raising purebred sheep on the farm, it was that it's a lot more fun to go to the county fair when you know you've got a good sheep. Way back when in '99 when I gave my job talk here in Madison, I knew I had a pretty good sheep. Today, I feel like this Mary's got a spindly and sclerotic little lamb. Serves me right for trying to put together a new talk for the occasion rather than just going with a talk I already had given somewhere else.