The Tintinnabulation of the Bells

When I thought about a post title, based on today's CoV, this line from an Edgar Allen Poe poem came to mind. I think the name of it is The Bells.

We ate pizza and played with grandgirls and computer games over at the folks' last night. It looked like Emily, Bella and Kendall got along famously and had a great time. A good time was had by all.

One of our project team decided she was tired of all the reorg-mania here and turned in her badge. She said she was ready to retire anyway, but that seems to take a lot of courage to actually step out like that. I wish her the best. I fear I cannot afford to make that decision for another 15 years or so.

I have to pack up my desk today in preparation for moving to another building closer to the main classroom campus here in PHX. Packing and moving are no fun, whether it is a desk or a house. True, I am dumping a lot of junk, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. In fact, the process may be spawning another CoV.

Speaking of CoV, I did write 3 more yesterday, so we have strips ready at least through next Wednesday. I also got an idea from a coworker about buying myself a week by running a Classics period where I republish the ones on which I received congratulatory emails. That could work. Another person suggested I write about not having anything to write about, since that obviously worked for Seinfeld. Stay tuned, same bat-time, same bat-channel.