Tomorrow I defend my dissertation. Basically, this means that, before the dissertation four very bright, experienced professors sit around thinking of the strongest possible objections to my dissertation, and then they take turns hurling them at me for two hours. Apparently, Jenny can’t stand it when someone else disagrees with me (but she has no problem disagreeing with me, that’s for sure). So she may endure 2 hours of pain. But I’ll enjoy it. I will calmly disarm each and every objection, thereby solidifying my impregnable arguments. At any rate, that is how I want it to go. If it goes very badly, I may wither away from the embarrassing realization that I thought of a lot of dumb ideas. Then both Jenny and I will endure two hours of pain.