and the evening standard

no whining about headwinds today (not until i get home, that is); i was blown here forthwith. evil overcast and dark it is, too. for all i know there could be a total eclipse of the sun happening RIGHT NOW and i wouldn't be able to tell. no pictures, sorry; the older boy has been taking the camera on his forays through the u-m central campus steam tunnels, and while he brings it back intact (good fellow) he puts it somewhere in the house and i can't find it in the morning. in words, then: no more snow, just water on the bench, and the remains of the deer carcass have been removed. removed! now who on earth would do such a thing? unless the coyote has a den somewhere, and wished to gnaw on the bones in private for the next month (which is highly unlikely), this has to be the work of men. men and deer certainly have a bizarre and complicated relationship here in michigan, and elsewhere to a certain extent. i ought not to say anything more, lest i draw the wrath of the deer "managers" (actually that would be okay - bring it on!). but i could leave y'all with a picture.

what i should do is post some pictures of the steam tunnels.

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