Flashes of Panic

Much as I agree with this list, once you cross all those things off the list, there’s not much left to write about.

I have been using some of my post-semester time to catch up on things I put off, like cleaning (I had boxes left over from the move in my office) and organizing (I’m still finding people I need to send change-of-address letters to, even though current betting has me doing it all over again a bit more than a year from now.)

Last October, the state set some records for rainfall, and apparently we’re threatening them again. We’ve had, off and on, a lake in the park across the street, and the requisite seagulls to go with it. Still, the massive lights for the late softball games come on every night, apparently on a timer. In the rain and fog, they look somehow surreal. I was trying to figure out what it reminded me of, and all I could come up with was a track meet after the last event, when the spectators have gone but the officials, press, and some of the athletes are still finishing up their work. It has that atmosphere, but unlike the track meets, there’s absolutely nobody out there.

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