I talked to S. on the phone just before my lunch hour kicked off and he told me I should read the book he just finished so we could talk about it. I’m in the mood for this sort of gentle-yet-direct prompting, but when I went down to the shelves, the book wasn’t there. Libraries, man. Nothing’s ever where it’s supposed to be. So I bought a sandwich and chips and took them out to the patio and finished the paper instead. Nobody’s around campus Friday afternoons due to our ’summer Fridays’ plan (I’d have to get out of bed at 5:15am to participate, so don’t bother) and I had the campus to myself, save for a handful of unobtrusive artsy geek kids here for a high school program of some sort. I can report it is quiet with a sweet little breeze, hot in a sun that disappears behind the clouds just when you’re getting too hot and returns with similar felicity, my feet are up on a chair, and the roof is playing host to small birds that might be baby versions of larger birds, but I just can’t tell from here.