Yesterday evening, I spent a good hour deleting e-mail. I had cause to reflect upon ephemera: the little notes we send each other, the small witticisms, the evidence of a friendship. Farewell, little notes. Adieu, small witticism. Evidences of my friendships, go with God.
Yesterday, a text book editor stopped by the Writing Center. He had some leftover sandwiches from a meeting and offered one. Packaged with the sandwiches were cake doughnuts.
I fell on the sandwich as did the Assyrian, who came down like a wolf on the fold. The doughnut I left in its paper sleeve, tucked into my bag, for who knew when I might need it?
Today. That's when I needed that doughnut, whilst reading drafts. It was delicious.
I am reading drafts. Not online: actual drafts, printed on paper. The students who forgot their hard copies in class, who sent them to me via e-mail? I printed them out. Die, trees! Reading drafts in hard copy, writing in the margins, is so choice. Should you have the means to do so, I highly recommend it.