Spring!
It's skirt day. I thought it would be and dressed accordingly. Yay for better weather.

I am sitting outside in one of the new mini-parks on campus. (My favorite got torn down for a new building and I am very very very bitter. Not only was in the middle of a stand of trees, there was a power outlet to go with the wifi coverage.) Trees, chirping birds, spring flowers. The construction guys must have DVE on: the Clark's Cigarette is pouring forth over the sound of trucks backing up and drills hammering down. The train whistle reminds me just how close we are to the tracks.

Alums don't believe me when I say the school is better, the students are happier, &c. So I offer a new example: they've found a lower-odor fertilizer. The cut is still resplendent in brown, but it is more a visual than olfactory assault. Come to Carnevil if you don't believe me. :-)

In other news, I am watching a project (not mine) go right off the rails due to the bitter political fighting that academia is known for. This sort of thing doesn't happen within my department so it is a bit of a surprise for me. Yes, I know: I am spoiled. Wonderfully so. At least for once the stakes are not low. Yet that also makes the backstabby machinations all the more disappointing: the outcomes matter, this is not just about scrambling for resources.

Pouring the weekend into work was a good move. I can see the path through today and tomorrow, and if I just keep working all the time I might survive Wednesday's morning meeting without massive trauma. Maybe. I suspect the next month will remain very busy, with a spike into frantic in early May. Just in time for the last snow of the year.