It's a snow day at both the elementary school and the university. I need to grade papers today anyway, but I've brought them home and can hang out now and work on them at my leisure. Grading the first papers is always the hardest because so much needs to be fixed.
Since I hacked my tungsten to let me write with grafiti again, I've been writing more haiku.
subita neĝo
momente eĉ neĝego
blankigas ĉion
(a sudden snowfall; for a moment even a blizzard; whites out everything)
Writing haiku is kind of like smoking -- you can use it to fill in those moments when one thing has finished and the next hasn't started. It doesn't usually smell as bad (although some from the Feka Periodo might be an exception.)
Tre bona feko
Komencas bonan tagon
Ho, kia odor'!
StevenBrewer