well, how about that...

Hell hath no fury like a soggy administration building.

A pipe burst on the other end of the fourth floor this past weekend. The Registrar and the Financial Aid office and some of the Financial Services offices got rained on, and all the conference rooms we could possibly have used for committee meetings have been conscripted by the people who have papers and/or offices that need drying out.

Fortunately, last week I had a stroke of genius and asked if there was a reason we couldn't have meetings in J's office while she's out. There wasn't. We have a temporary conference room. I do believe I win.

physics lessons

When one of the handles comes off a paper Trader Joe's bag containing (among other things) two pounds of basmati rice, half a gallon of milk, five containers of yogurt and a sixpack of beer, what happens is that the bag lands on the sidewalk, the neck breaks off one of the beer bottles, and everything else in the bag gets covered in beer, yogurt or both. The bottom of the bag gets entirely saturated with beer and makes itself completely useless as a means of carrying anything. Also, the milk jug gets a glass shard stuck to the top of the inside of the handle, such that it jabs you in the finger when you've wiped the yogurt and beer off everything and are trying to put the milk away.

Remember, boys and girls, gravity works for everybody.

(Thank you to the woman who saw this all happen and gave me a couple of plastic bags to put the groceries in so I could get them home.)