The resident faculty left a classic image outside the mail room this morning. The staff hope it wasn’t a hint about giving them fruit, and that the it’s just their weekly clue…. (More)

“That’s how my career started,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor sang as he looked at the photo left by the resident faculty when 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.

“Umm, huh?” Chef asked as she brought out the decoder ring.

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“Well, I brought my teacher an apple,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor explained proudly, “and after school she let me clean the blackboard. I was so proud of that beautiful, clean blackboard and from then on I wanted to be a janitor when I grew up.”

“What did you want to be before then?” Chef asked as she scraped stray pecans into the Squirrel’s bowl.

“An astronaut,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said, “so I could visit each of the Zodiac constellations.”

The Squirrel giggled and tapped at his Blewberry. “You know the stars in most constellations are thousands or even millions of light years apart. So you can’t really visit a constellation.”

“I know that now,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “But I was only in third grade when I gave my teacher that apple.”

“Apples aren’t in season now,” Chef said, looking at the photo. “At least not the shiny red ones like that. If the resident faculty want those, they’ll have to wait a few months.”

The Squirrel nibbled a pecan and tapped at his Blewberry. “They don’t want us to give them apples. Well, maybe they do, but that’s not what they were discussing in the hot tub faculty lounge squirrel bath.”

“You shouldn’t text and eat at the same time,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said, wiping pecan crumbs from screen of the Squirrel’s Blewberry.

“Sorry,” the Squirrel texted, “and thank you for cleaning it.”

“You’re welcome,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “Like I said, I like to clean.”

“So about the clue?” Chef asked.

The Squirrel nodded and tapped at his Blewberry. “Yes, about the clue. The resident faculty were talking about the willingness to learn as a vital character trait for political leaders. And that’s what they’ll write about later this week.”

“If we give them apples,” Chef said.

Well, yes, that helps….

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Happy Monday!