Reading in Dan’s room while he grades lab reports. The poor guy spends more time grading than the student takes to do the report, I suspect. He’s putting together grading templates now, to make the job easier.
It’s quiet right now, the only sounds being those of Dan typing, Janet
working on a pattern, and Newt bebopping around the house, in search of
that hidden cricket.
Dan talks to himself a bit while grading. I’m going to watch myself over the next few days, to see if I gab solo as often as these guys… I suspect that most of my internal monologues stay inside.
some hurricane piccies:
Dan walking by the lake, pre-storm – we visited the ducks, which looked
rather like a crossbred crew of lovely mallard and ugly muskie.
it was pretty dark inside the house with all the aluminum shutters up – the only natural light available was via the front door.
newt seemed to like the new terrains available to explore, lots of
surfaces, nooks and crannies to sniff out. He doesn’t seem to like hanging out with Dan or Janet much… I suspect that they’re a confusing “new furniture” to him.
I haven’t shaved since Wednesday, so scruffy is the fashion statement this week.
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