...feather merchants. (Having watched a bit of early Chicago television, this greeting always comes to mind when I hear Sue's phone go ding.)

Milder. All traces of snow gone. And the town is quiet. A (relatively)silent night, and day too, with the campus on holiday shutdown, although weekend gunfire continues unabated. Pax and I got about half way around our big loop when a barage drove us home in a hurry. Both Pax and I don't think we could live in Syria.

In honor of the weather I went for my first real bike ride since rotator repair. And how fun was that. The empty campus is a wonderful ride provided it hasn't been overly salted, and this year it has been not.

As the light was fading as it does now almost after lunch, and wearing a pair of decent headphones, I let Bruckner's Symphony #4 shake up all my preconceptions. I'm pretty sure Pax would not have liked it, though there were some clarinets and violins, so you never know.