My friends, the time draws ever closer to that exalted weekend of the year, the New York Sheep and Wool festival in Rhinebeck, New York. I am thrilled to bits to be attending for a third year in a row, can’t wait to see all the people who will be there, and comfort myself in procrastinatory moments at my desk with warm wooly thoughts of the event to come. We are now in single-digit countdown of days to go.
If only I could somehow manage to convince my campus that a teeny little weekend really isn’t enough, that wooly gatherings such as these really do require one to take a bit of recovery time afterwards.
Kim, you’re so helpful. Thanks for having my back.