National Panic Awareness Day

Not much time to write today. As indicated by the low wail of sirens outside my office window, today is National Panic Awareness Day. Hooray! Tomorrow I will hand over my thesis, for which revision is going well, but I wish it were just *better* than it is. Maybe this is part of why writers usually keep writing all their live-long days. Plus, it's been a busy week what with a ballet review (Cinderella re-choreographed by Jacques Cesbron), preparation for classes, and my very least favorite activity ... grading. It's enough to make a person move to California, where instead of a grade, instructors draw a shape at the top of assignments.

Jimmy: "What do you say, Mom? Can we go get ice-cream?"
Mom: "I'm afraid not, dear. You brought home straight triangles this week."

Still the weather is warm, the living is easy, what's not to enjoy? Oops, now it's time for a Level Orange lunch break. Don't worry, more to come - this stream will pour from my mouth until I no longer have one.