Anyone around my age should probably remember the old pop song “Fly Robin Fly” from the 1970s. I was singing it this morning as I nearly hit a robin with the M6 on my commute into work. I wasn’t driving that swiftly but the darned thing took its sweet-ass time to fly off the road, barely making it above the rooftop as I drive under it. I’m surprised that the M6 is not covered with robin poop at the moment.
German A1.4 Is In The Books
Last night marked the final meeting of my German A1.4 class. I brought beer and snacks, only one other person did the same. We had plenty regardless.
Currently I’m scheduled to have a three-week hiatus from German courses, but I’m contemplating taking the German A1 review courses to be taught on Tuesday and Thursday nights for the next two weeks. It would be a good lead in to A2.1…
Around The Mall Makes Twenty-Five
With warm mornings and early sunshine I’ve been great at getting out of bed and putting in a pre-work bike ride. I did so again this morning, going twenty-five miles. Of course I had to circle Perimeter Mall once in order to get past the 25-mile mark; it was like my own personal criterium.
Do We Need Another Chick-Fil-A?
About a month ago the free-standing Goodyear at the south side of Perimeter Mall was demolished. This morning as I encircled the mall I saw that it is being replaced by a rather-large Chick-Fil-A. The chicken sandwich pushing business must be really good in order to afford to build a new building and still remain closed on Sundays.
Don’t Know What I’ll Get Into Tonight
With my exercise complete and no other hard plans on the book I don’t know what I’ll get into tonight. It’ll be too hot for me to return directly home. Perhaps I’ll hit a bar, or more likely I’ll try to sneak in an appointment with my primary care physician in order to get this skin condition on the back of my left calf reevaluated. This is the thing I thought was poison ivy about two months ago, that has still yet to go away, even with the application of a cream prescribed about a month ago. Ah, old age…