In the midst of life . . .

In the midst of this last day of the semester, I’m speaking to a dozen students who took their sophomore candidacy hearings yesterday, and passing along the collective wisdom of the gathered faculty.  And I’m trying to finish up a faculty search.  And I’m posting grades for the recital attendance requirement.  Rarely do I have

The last day

I sit at sunrise at my desk, looking out on the big ol’ fir tree outside the second-floor office window (the tree is taller than my house).  Two mourning doves sit on the branch preening and cleaning.  They look a bit fat, so I hope they’re just carb-loaded for the winter.  This is the last day of