Slice of Life 23

March is almost over. That is crazy!

He weather can’t decide what it wants to do: it cold, it’s warm, it’s cold again. My Facebook memories showed that a few years ago it snowed on this day, so March is just March, I guess.

The temperate weather is my preference for very selfish reasons. When it’s warm I can eat lunch outside, socially distanced, with my colleagues. That keeps me sane during the insanity of concurrent hyflex teaching. Otherwise I eat alone in my car (which a lot of us had to do all winter) and that stinks.