eve_primeI think we’ve adapted to this new chilly spring, because 67̊ seems positively warm. All the trees are fully leafed out now, even the oaks, and the chestnuts are blooming.
I have a new computer in my office.
G. presented our genocide/militant extremist mindset work at a conference a few weeks ago, and today he told me it was very well received.
D. got a haircut – it’s still pretty long, and so cute.
I wish I knew the whereabouts of my special screwdriver set. I want to clean the dust and animal fur out of the modem, which has now disconnected at least a dozen times in the last two hours.
One of my dreams involved eating the thornless stem of a rose bush, which tasted like asparagus. What on earth could that mean?