Flashes of Panic

I don’t want to be one of the people whining about the weather, so I’ll just offer a few observations.

• This cross-country season must be a wreck. I’ve been to two meets so far, and neither have been safe without umbrellas.

• Today’s storm, whatever you call it, was sufficiently nasty that I drove to campus rather than walking or riding. That doesn’t sound like much, but it’s the first time I’ve actually parked my car on campus in over a year—since my visit last October, in fact. (Makes me wonder about the $200 commuter parking permit.) This was only practical because the commuter lot is directly across from the CS building; if I was required to park elsewhere, I’d be just as wet as if I’d walked from home.

• They stopped playing softball in the park across the street a few weeks ago, but now they’ve given up on flag football and ultimate as well. Reason: there’s a small lake out there, and some ducks have joined the usual gulls.

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