The Albino Squirrel Speaks

Dear Tangled Yarns Readers,

I'm sorry to inform you that Amanda, a.k.a. the Knotty Historian, is lost and believed to be buried under a pile of books and student essays. I last saw Amanda leaving her discussion section on I. B. Singer at 3:25 on Monday, and, as corroborated by several witness who saw her at coffee shops around town, there was a wild look in her eyes. Those around her have become concerned about the soundness of her judgment at this time, and, if spotted, we suggest approaching her with caution as she may be easily startled. Considering that she must finish all elements of her QE dossier and complete grading approximately 40 student papers by 5:00 tomorrow, it seems that her temporary insanity is probably justified. As for the rest of us, we simply hope she resurfaces before Friday when she is scheduled to drive to Los Angeles for her Grandmother's 90th birthday.

Sincerely,
Ms. Al. Squirrel

Nobody expects an Albino Squirrel!

As I sit here writing (pounding my head against the wall), I realize that I haven't checked in with my blog friends in over two weeks. Do not worry. I have only fallen off of a metaphorical cliff, not a real one. The writing continues. The goal: a finished dossier to be submitted several weeks prior to my QE scheduled for June 5th (you need not remind me that several weeks means, urm, now). Knitting has also fallen off a metaphorical cliff. Forgive me and send good writing vibrations.

In the meantime, enjoy the mystery that is the Albino Squirrel!


Personally, I'm intrigued. This thing lurks next to the Physical Sciences building and greets my students and me as we exit class. My students gave it the nickname, and, believe me, that rump is eerily white. It's not knitting, but it is interesting.