1. I seem to have acquired a Spring Crud of some kind, one that started in my head and is moving inexorably down into my chest. I seem to get these things a lot. If there is a betting pool for my funeral, my money is on something respiratory. Nothing that serious on the horizon just yet, mind you – right now it’s mostly just making me miserable and unable to focus at a time when I need to be a) grading madly and b) sleeping now and again. Ah well. Someday.
2. I actually got into a civil conversation on the internet with a complete stranger about gun control. Wow.
3. We have solved the “yowling cat at 5am” problem thanks to a marvelous product called a “Thundershirt,” which sounds like a euphemism for something but is actually just a Velcro-laden wrap designed to swaddle your animal and make them feel less nervous. Despite my initial skepticism, it works like a charm. It does give Midgie something of a “three pounds of sausage in a two-pound casing” look, but keeps her quiet and we don’t have to shut her into the basement anymore. That seems a fair trade.
4. I’m happy they caught the bombers up in Boston. I don’t want to know their names or anything about them or what twisted self-pitying logic they employed to justify their actions. There is no cause that could justify those actions. I want the survivor and any accomplices to have a fair trial and then – if found guilty – I want them buried so deep in the mists of history and the bowels of the penal system that their names will be forgotten even by their own parents. I want them to live a long, long time knowing that they have been forgotten, abandoned, and left behind by humanity. And I want nobody to notice when they die.
5. For “bombers up in Boston” in the previous paragraph you may feel free to substitute the perpetrators of any of the many and varied slaughters of the innocent these days. There are so many to choose from.
6. It snowed here most of Friday. On April 19. That’s just wrong.
7. My trash can ended up in the neighbor’s driveway this weekend. These are the neighbors who managed to alienate everyone in a three-house radius within a month of their moving in, so I’m not really interested in talking to them to get it back. For one thing, it’s cracked and has a hole in the bottom. For another, they’re already using it as one of their own. For another, I still have one more. And further, since Our Little Town issued us brand new city-supplied trash cans that will be the only receptacles allowed as of next week, I figure getting rid of that broken down trash can is now my neighbor’s problem, not mine. Enjoy it while you can, neighbors.
8. Already, I am not sure how we are going to accomplish everything that is on our plate for this summer.
9. I generally use the previous exam as a template when I make up the next exam for my classes. This keeps the formatting consistent. Unfortunately, it also means that unless I check carefully, the exam essay question will be prefaced with the instructions for the previous exam’s question. So there might, for example, be students trying to connect the Age of the Enlightenment with the Crisis of the 14th Century, which you can do but probably not within the confines of a one-page timed essay. But I can’t penalize them for following instructions. Looks like I need to make up a new rubric for those students.