. . . finishing up the quarter, we've been asked to pack up our offices. They're renovating my floor of the building, installing some badly needed carpeting and seismic bookshelves. Anyway, I'm one of the few who's already packed and ready to go. Of course, I hadn't brought all the books I had originally intended to bring to the office since I knew about the renovations. My colleagues are scurrying about. Every so often, you'll hear the stretch-scream of packing tape being unrolled.
Today's the last day of teaching for me, excluding finals. Yay me!
So for some reason they've let Paris out of jail. What's even more puzzling? Why I even know this . . .
I hear the sound of a chainsaw motor humming. That'll be me this weekend. Our neighbor, R, who was kind enough to down some of our problem trees, has left me the chore of de-limbing the beasties. I've got to get it all prepped before my mother-in-law comes on Tuesday.
I'm tired. My left eye has the "winkies."
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