The internet has been dead to me--dead!--all night. I'm assuming because of the men's basketball champeenship. Which I would mock except that I grew up in North Carolina with teacher's who would essentially cancel class for the ACC championships. Won, this year, by a certain cerulean-clad team. I am forced to admit to shock, though, that their neighbor up 15-501 got bounced in the first round. In the words of Keanu: Whoa.
In other university news, we're up to our palsied writing hands in manuscripts at the PS offices. Lots of beautiful work coming in. I'm frenzied and delighted.
I'll try to type a bit tomorrow, but D and I are off to watch the frenzied and delighted (this is transition by repetition) dances of the sandhill cranes west of us. They go to bed early, so we hope to make it back for a couple rounds of boardgames by night's end. For the rest of the weekend: work. So be kind if you see us.
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