We had a white Christmas Eve! Almost. It was the kind of snow that stuck to stone, but couldn’t manage to hang on anywhere that wasn’t pre-chilled. And there wasn’t much to it. Even still, it looked pretty for a few moments.
And at 11:59 p.m. last night my last two classes of the semester ended. When they asked me if I would like to teach 8-week classes it didn’t occur to me to look at the end date of the term. Lesson learned.
So I spent a bit of the early a.m. hours grading some quizzes and discussions. I still have to evaluate the final assignments, and then tally the scores. But that’s what Thursday will be for, I’m sure.
When I was outside looking at the snow on the pavers, I heard the honking, and looked up, just in time for this happy little composition.
About an hour later, we were sitting inside chatting about this and that and I heard the honking again. Look how the sky had changed
The geese had big holiday travel plans.
And now I’m going to go to the grocery store, and maybe the drug store, just to get out of the house. I have been so focused on trying to wrap up my grading I don’t think I’ve left in several days.
