containers, batteries, alarm clocks, and
pool toys (like, inflatable rafts) in an
ad hoc lost-and-found occupying much
of the low-room-number (ie, away from the office)
end of pre-renovation Eagle School back
in Madison. I'm thinking to myself that
people should be thankful that things
are now somewhat better arranged.
Then I find my own alarm clock buried
beneath some random crap, and leave.
dood, I found Cohen (1963) and
Eilenberg, MacLane (1945). The latter
was too long (like ~60) pages for
me to feel like photocopying in