. . . it’s summer. A hot summer with an angry, unforgiving sun. Our summers last from March to November. And that’s after only 3 instances of snowfall in all of this so-called winter.
But I shouldn’t complain. California only has enough water left for a year, so we should consider ourselves super lucky in contrast.
In other bad news, Putin has resurfaced. He looks unhealthy but these over-Botoxed creatures do looked permanently puffed up and freaky. People are saying that his disappearance was a ploy to distract everybody from the recent murder of the dissident Boris Nemtsov and from the growing concentration of Russian troops on the Ukrainian border.
In good news, there are just 7 weeks to go until the end of the semester and then I can concentrate full-time on my research for the next 8 months. Over the spring break, I did no grading and no class prep and had a blast. When one is immersed in writing a scholarly book, everything that distracts one from it is annoying.
So 7 more teaching days, and I’m free to write.