On the way back in from lunch I ran into our friendly neighborhood squirrel. Call it a signal of the season.
I’m sure this one has a name. The students have named them all. There’s some sort of casual and non-scientific tracking observation going on, and you occasionally see updates on social media. They’re so acclimatized to humans that this one kept moving too close and running the video I was trying to shoot. (And when do you say that about wildlife?) I wanted to make a gif. Alas.
This is my favorite part of football in the spring, and just about my favorite part of football:
No, you and I could not play football.@richeisen doing the dash as a pretty swift Everyman is my favorite part of the football offseason: https://t.co/hfaWVH7rUL
— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) March 12, 2019
Oh, Aunt Becky:
If themes got rewrites …
Whatever happened to predictability?
The milkman, the paperboy, passing the ACT?
…
When you've flunked out there and you're all alone,
A bribe is waiting to carry you on.
Everywhere you're booked.
Everywhere you're booked.
(Chip-a-dee-ba-ba-dow) pic.twitter.com/dqmbBjjzYp— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) March 12, 2019
Tomorrow it’s going to be in the sixties. Spring has arrived. (That’s the biggest joke in this post.)
