Hawks and handsaws
We’ve had a hawk in the neighborhood for some time now; I’ve seen it circling overhead while I walk back from the library, and this morning I saw it in a nasty fight with a crow over the grocery-store parking lot.
(We’ll just not discuss the detached hind haunch of rabbit in a neighbor’s front yard a couple weeks back, all right?)
And spring has come to our front yard in a wave of dandelions, as usual. It’d take more than a hacksaw to get rid of the darn things.
I’ve got Perdóndaris’s presentation done except for talk notes. (It’s even got a gimmick. ’Cuz ya gotta have a—somebody stop me before I start singing.) I have a scenario ready for that networking RFP. The class gift is on its way. And I’m about to turn my hand to the ugly backlog of job applications.
The Bloomington-Normal trip this weekend, then one more week of class, then the Perdóndaris interview, then the Beta Phi Mu initiation, then graduation. I can do this, if the wind stays southerly. I think.