Man oh Manischewitz, tomorrow I go back to work. It’s too soon. I’d like to hibernate and return to my desk at the unnamed university in April, though even bears check their voicemail in March. I don’t know. It’s hard for me to feel motivated to increase the Gross National Product without hand sanitizer, but go back I will. At the moment, a little black cat snores beside me and another claws the house’s architectural details. I will miss this tranquility as I do battle with the Parking Department, law unto itself and bane of everyone’s existence. Still, it’ll be fun to don my armor and wind up the trebuchet again. After all, those cows don’t lob themselves over castle walls!