The View From Kalamazoo

Despite my darling son having swiped my gym ID, I did make it back today. I hope it turns up…
My weight is down another lb – soooo close to my (stage two) goal! Let’s celebrate with cheesecake! (just kidding)

The *snarlgrumble* undergrads are moving into the dorms residence halls so not only can’t a body get anywhere – I can’t even get on campus – all entrances are backed up. Lines of cars, blocked intersections … the whole surreal experience. Oh, how spoiled I get through the never-long-enough summer of reasonable and easily-found parking, managable traffic on campus, and no hordes of undergrads on their cell phones suddenly stepping in front of oncoming vehicles (not at crosswalks, of course). Starting next week I’ll be sending my poor student minions to drop things off on main campus, because I so despise the flocks of proverbial deaf, dumb, and blind both on foot and behind the wheel (proverbial because the non-proverbial blind, many with canes…some with dogs, are not the problem). Bugger.

And the Poobah is back in the office. Let the spreadsheets begin!