Sweaty

It's really too hot to not be angry at this point. Really, it's miserable and my yard hates me b/c I haven't watered in more than a week. What can I say? I was out of town and sick.

In other news, I just saw the sceptre that is carried by the grand poo-bah of the school at big academic functions. We have our opening convocation next week, so the sceptre is being prepared for the ceremony. By "being prepared," I mean it's been taken out of its box in the attic and now is lying on the floor under a chair in my colleague's office. We're very reverent around here.

But then, maybe I'm just showing my Catholicity by assuming ceremonial objects should be treated with delicacy and respect. Lapsed Catholic that I am, I'd feel a little uncomfortable seeing a monstrance sitting on the floor. But our school is barely Presbyterian, and those folks are perplexingly secular. I never feel right inside churches with clear-glass windows.