downtown on a Friday night

As I was walking to my car after a rousing Mozart Requiem at the Utah Symphony I witnessed the following amusing scene. It was chilly, but cold not withstanding there were two young women clinging to each other and shivering at one of the crosswalks. They were each wearing a sequiny halter top and teetering on high heels. (They also had on trousers, just in case that wasn't clear). Anyway, along comes this 'hobo' (this is the word that Catherine and Sam use for down and outs. I have no idea where they got it from. In my idiolect it conjures up visions of unemployed men riding the rails. This man was clearly unemployed but decidedly less romantic than my 'hobo' visual.) Anyway, he says to the two women: "Wow, I thought I was crazy, but you two have me beat." It was a cute, urban moment in a not very urban place.

Marking papers

This is the part I hate the most (well, maybe not the most, but it ranks pretty high). So I have stayed home this morning with 35 assignments that I should have handed back by now and which have been lying on the floor next to me desk for two weeks. Meanwhile, I find myself posting, whipping up a tasty beef stew, and committing other acts of procrastination.