I wish I had time to write something pithy today, but I have a communications bungle in one direction, a crisis in another, several overdue items mating in this corner, and a Sword of Damocles overhead, and to boot I’m mixing all of this up with a swamp metaphor, so Margaret Soltan (aka University Diarist) is going to kill me with an SOS entry.
No, please don’t be tempted to shift the river. I have to do all this stuff, still.