It’s morning and I’ve burned through the midnight oil with Paulo Nutini, a most beautiful Scot. Week two of the semester and I can finally exhale. Great Profs, important material but painful and counterintuitive for me. My brain actually aches from attempted data storage. If I didn’t have family, music and art I might slip over the edge. Unfortunately, the real climb lies ahead in a number crunching nightmare on ice. But not this most excellent day. Today I invite everyone to nosh, engage in snappy repartee and celebrate our existence on the planet.
That’s me immersed in the water, with my eyes closed, thinking deep thoughts. Of course, Tony is the one smart enough to drink from the hose.