Evidently, it’s reading glasses season in my front yard. I guess these are ripe, but I didn’t pick them and worry about squirrels.

The classes I’m taking are a study in contrasts. One features interesting subject matter, engaged classmates and a professor who appears to be winging it. Anything could happen. I could watch my Grade Point Average rise or drop like a rock. In the other class, the subject matter is interesting some days and unfathomable on others, I have no contact with classmates and my instructor has prepared for this semester for years. My first exam in this class is later this week. Anything could happen. I could be Queen of This Here Thing or turn up in a chicken suit.

Ladies and gentlemen, start your Magic 8 Balls.