I'm back from Williamsburg; had a fantastic time and may journal about some of my adventures with Cousin Katie later on in the week. I'm feeling particularly lazy about journaling.

•The denizens of Newberry Street are protected by a cluster of delusional crazies. Led by the delightfully insane Carlos (a.k.a. He Who Punches, Kicks, Performs ( Read more... )

Because the allergies are still lingering, I try not to laugh. Laughing sends me into paroxysms of coughing.

This, however, was worth the coughing fit.

While grading papers in my bedroom this evening, I hear a curious thump on my window. This is not a normal occurrence. My bedroom is on the second floor, at least thirty feet from where anybody can tap or (in this case) thump. For some reason, my brain chooses not to register this thump, and as a result, it elicits not a turn of the head, but a ( Read more... )