LOVE THE VERB, HATE THE ADJECTIVE: "articulate"
(I thought of that at a stoplight this evening.)
So. It was a Tuesday. I hooked school. Well, actually I arranged in advance not to go to work. I wanted another hunk of time with the back yard. There's stuff I want to do out there, and one of these days we'll have a two- or three-day rainy thing and I'll look out and everything'll be eight feet high.
Later I sat on the steps of the grad library and wrote a letter. People were out with frisbees and dogs, just like when I was in school and the first nice Spring days would come. People were also out with cell phones.
Okay. This is ridiculous.