Let’s call this the "How Much I Delight in the Overlooked Fleck of Eggshell
in the Egg Salad" Edition.

• There was occasion at 5:00 a.m. to answer D.’s comments on a second
  wooded-side-of-the-house skunk fumigation with a sleepy but bold
  declarative: "Bad!"
• My NCAA bracket has sunk like a heavy ball to the middle of the pack.
  On the bright side, this means that I can refocus all of the time I have
  been wasting puttering around with basketball games on the tube.
• We went to church this morning. The U.U. folks don’t do Easter in
  typical fashion. The "interim" pastor read a kids book about memory
  and aging (the subject of the story–a woman who was young once and who grew
  old and eventually died); she also brought up the myths about the parting of
  the Red Sea. Today the U.U. felt to me like it should be pronounced
  "uh-uh". Happy Easter to you all the same.
• I’m about 85% pleased with my CCCC presentation. It is more or
  less together, but I have yet to share it with another person whose
  assenting nod would quickly put to rest any worries I have that it builds up
  reasonably well (through the early framework to the examples). Some of
  us are doing pre-conference run-throughs on Wednesday, just in time to
  correct any presentational wobbles.
• Time for paying March bills. D. usually handles most of this, but
  there are weird ones this time. Stuff that requires phone calls. One
  of them, a bill for $53.01, I paid using online bill pay. Everything
  went through smoothly. But a paper copy showed up in the mail showing
  that $53.01 was received and that $53.01 was due. This isn’t an
  ongoing service or anything; more of a one shot payment. I logged on
  to the system for this particular biller. Shows a zero balance.
  What could this mean? The bill was produced in those few moments
  between the posting of the payment and the zeroing out of the account’s
  bottom line. Perhaps I’m not alone in feeling impatient with paper
  bills that reflect system glitches.
• One week after I present at CCCC, I will drive over to Buffalo to
  present at NEMLA. On the one hand, I don’t mind the back-to-back
  conferences because I am working with similar ideas and materials that are
  very much a part of the diss. But I’ve never done two different
  conferences on consecutive weekends, and I doubt I’ll do it again soon
  because of how much I dislike the way NEMLA (from my presenterly standpoint) is obscured by CCCC. I mean that I have not been good about
  giving the second conference’s preparations their proper due because the
  first conference is standing in its way.
• We ate brunch at a place called "Egg Plant." Not Eggplant.
  Nothing eggplant in the place. But "Egg Plant." As in egg-foods
  factory or something. Ph. recommended it. They had framed "Best
  of Syracuse" awards on the wall, but the longer I live in CNY, the more
  suspicious I am of "Best of Syracuse" wall hangings. Looked to me like
  they were done on a 16-pin dot matrix printer with PrintShop Pro Deluxe.
  Lending support to this speculation was the faintly sour smell of the "Keep
  Refrigerated" coffee creamers which sat (deteriorating?) on the table in a
  dry, unrefrigerated ceramic bowl.
• Y. made a cute little throw-up on the kitchen floor late this afternoon.
  With Is. and groceries in my arms, I happened to step in it, which dialed my
  stress level up a full notch because I happened to be wearing socks.
• A small dose of snow is coming tomorrow. Dreadful: that’s what I
  think of snow in late March–after it’s officially "Spring."
• Just to make sure I don’t have an over-productive March, I’m reading
  Iain Banks’ The Steep Approach to Garbadale–a holiday gift back in
  December. So far, so good.
• The next commenter (i.e., first on this entry, if there are none to other entries) will win a decorative “E.W.M. 2000th Commenter” button. Quite the conversation piece, that one will be.