Rest stop at the end of the road

By the end of my week of essay-reading in Louisville, I was thoroughly tired of people. 

Nothing personal--I love people! Some of my best friends are people! I had a great time with my regular AP roommate and some other charming individuals, but I am less enthralled with people en masse. I just can't spend eight or ten hours a day working, eating, and being shoved to the back of elevators with the same thousand people without wanting to sit in a quiet room all by myself and stare out the window at birds.

Which is what I intend to do today.

Yes: finally I am back home. It took some work. We were dismissed later than usual, and then the drive home was impeded by an overturned truck on I-71. I dropped my colleague off first and then hied me on home by around 11 p.m., which means that the five-hour trip took us a little over seven hours. Who's been driving trucks all over my eyeballs?

My front lawn is screaming to be mowed and my garden cries out for weeding, but it rained all night long so I think I'll just sit here and stare for a while. The hummingbirds are zipping around already. They toil not, neither do they spin--and they never shove me to the back of the elevator. This day is for the birds!