It's Better in Wyoming.

"And I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it But me I'm not a gamble--you can count on me to split. The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won't exist." Maggie introduced me to this song a while ago.  Today it came across my Everybody Fields station on pandora.  I think it's incredible, but maybe not a song one should listen to on a late April day when spring just won't arrive.

I'm not sure that April has been all that busy a month, but it hasn't really lent itself to posts here.  But, rather than let the month pass unnoted: I'm now on "extended-term" track for my lectureship position.  This means, hopefully, more job security, a decent raise, and a bit more of a sense of belonging in the department. My goal of being in Vermont this summer is looking more and more realisitic.  Tentative plans include a three-day drive to VT, a house swap with a girl from Northfield who has a bunch of time off and can work remotely, daily biking in to Montpelier to "teach" my online course from one of their fine coffee shops, and some touring around the NE. I went swimming this past weekend and didn't die.  I kinda want to go back for more, even.  Even if all I'm doing is the elementary backstroke for twenty minutes, I'm still moving muscles that obviously aren't getting much exercise otherwise. I was supposed to see Will...