The resident faculty left a sticky note with the numerals one through ten on the mail room door. The staff think it was a clue…. (More)
First our thanks to last week’s writers:
On Monday, you shared your stories of offline political activism in Things We Did This Week and Linda Lee extolled Peeing in the Woods in Midday Matinee.
On Wednesday, the Squirrel was nearly deafened by Screeching About Immigration, Whispering About Elections in Morning Feature and Linda Lee celebrated Alice Coachman Davis in Midday Matinee.
On the weekend, we were pleased that President Obama’s ENDA Order Will Have No (New) Religious Exemptions in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked about VampAir? in Sunday’s Morning Feature, and Winter B brought our weekly Eco News Roundup in Our Earth.
Note: Please share your stories of offline political activism in Things We Did This Week.
Thus we return to the resident faculty’s sticky note left on the mail room door as they made their way from the
wine cellar library where they spent the weekend drinking thinking on our motto of Magis vinum, magis verum (“More wine, more truth”) to the hot tub faculty lounge for their weekly game where the underwear goes flying planning conference.
The note had the numerals one through ten.
“Please, no more math,” Chef said as she went for the decoder ring.
“They weren’t talking about math in the
hot tub faculty lounge squirrel bath,” the Squirrel texted as he watched Chef scrape stray pecans into his bowl. “They were talking about patience.”
Professor of Astrology Janitor asked. “Like the new data that show the Affordable Care Act is working and most people like it?”
“How duz he put in links wen he talkz?” Pootie the Precious asked on her iHazPhone. “Ai wanna lern so ai can do dis.”
“You figured it out,” the Squirrel texted.
“Duz it werk if ai do dis?” Pootie the Precious texted.
“Very good!” Chef told her. “So do you want noms or playtime?”
Pootie the Precious patted her iHazPhone. “Yes. Now pweez.”
“That’s the patience the resident faculty meant,” the Squirrel texted. “They said something about letting the first few days’ headlines pass before getting caught up in a news story.”
“But if I do that,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said, “how can I get outraged?”
The Squirrel shook his head and tapped his Blewberry. “Maybe that’s their point. We’ll just have to wait to find out.”
“Ahh,” Chef said. “Patience.”