In Middle Age, As I Lose Muscle, I Am Inclined to Eat Mussels Wherever and Whenever I Can. Happy About Milford Restaurant Week

Delicious. Hip, Hip, Hooray for Milford's BIN, and their restaurant week options of a three-course meal: mussels, monk fish, potatoes, sponge, lobster bisque, and a top-off of apple and raisin crisp with vanilla ice cream. The week was revealing, as they usually are, about the narratives that are said and the narratives on the ground. 

Here's to those of us who work hard for community relationships, students, and the integrity of the human species. Not sure what to do about those who operate in opposite ways. I guess that is just where we are. 

It turns out I don't have a honeybee nest living inside my walls with a Queen and all that, but a Yellowjacket paper-nest inside my walls, which will take care of itself when the colder months come. They will likely die inside, leave a few eggs, but those hatchlings won't return; instead they will go elsewhere to start all over. 

Thanks, Jimmy. That is what the local apiary said. Glad I hired the consultancy. I just hope we move ahead in the direction he predicts. They only operating with their instinctive behavior and, I guess, so I am. 

I need a solid grading marathon this weekend and time to plan for the classes ahead. Many busy days ahead, and I simply need to succumb to the labor. That's what we do. 

No rain in the forecast, so I suppose I should water some more because the rain promised on Thursday was just a dash and not a downpour for 24 hours as promised. Not sure what to do with the dry, but to embrace it (and keep spraying these nostrils with nasal spray.

As for today, I will try to resist another evening at another restaurant. I thoroughly enjoyed the meal I had last night. Nothing like deliciousness and the joy for a fancier meal.