'Dad Rat,' as The Young Master calls him, joined us at the breakfast table this morning. He is very particular about his coffee for a rodent.
A lovely, sunny, cool morning here in Mid-Michigan. The emerald green grass is freshly cut in long, straight diagonal rows, the flower beds are freshly edged, the Marigolds and Begonias are in full bloom. The reconfiguration of formerly face to face courses for teaching in an asynchronous online environment is underway. Ahhhh. Right now, it's almost possible to forget the ugliness of the world and the rudderless ship on which we have passage.