December 6, 2018

Gave one exam, finished off one class. Cooked a pot roast against the possibility of oncoming blizzard. My guess is that it will never happen, or be less awesome than is foretold, but if it is its worst, I have a cooked meal that will last at least three days. Bush buried with the absolute maximum of maudlin sentiment in broadcast media, bitter reaction and revulsion in social media. Crows behaving oddly in the sky overhead.