Opiniatrety

It's Spring! When a Youngish Man's Brain Lightly Turns to Tapioca

Just now I was leaving the office at the same time as some of my dear colleagues. They were taking the free UWM parking shuttle, which goes by a roundabout route to a point somewhat close to our apartments. Attempting to explain that I would take the city bus, to which I have a pass, and which takes a shorter route, I said, "I think I'll take the short bus."

Then--after putting my jacket on (over my head) backwards--I tried to explain how class was today. It's the first day back from spring break, as well as the first reasonably nice day, and not many people showed up, plus, I said, "I was more easily distracted, or maybe they were more willing to feed into my easel distractability." The thing is I still can't think of a better way to phrase that sentence. [We did actually spend a fair amount of the time chatting about the reading we'd already done.]

[And rather than taking the short bus home I am here blogging for you, dear reader. Actually I am in the process of putting some more reading online, which involves checking a book out and walking it over to the reserve desk, which is outside the magic realm where unchecked books can go. And which involves walking by a computer. Which is a black hole of time suck for someone of my easel distractability. Now to look the book up.]