I have been a rover; I have been a bold deceiver

. . .today's version of "Whiskey in the Jar," was brought to me by the Kingston Trio. It may be the. . .most upbeat version I've heard so far, of the many that have come up on Pandora. I guess every folk group on the planet has covered it. I do find it fascinating that the name of the Pretty Maggie Moneyeyes character changes with the singer -- I've heard Sportin' Jenny, Molly, Jenny (no sportin' allowed), for three, and others, I think, but can't recall at the moment.

So, the day-job! The batch of paperwork attending the nearest gaggle of job applicants was finished and distributed today. Go, me! Getting that off my desk was huge. The rest of the near incoming can be done on Monday -- all I need is the finalized schedule from the search chair to cover each packet (already compiled). The guests who are making the tail of the procession are in the scheduling interviewers stage; I'll probably get a burst of email on that topic Tuesday, when everyone's back from "break."

What the above means is that I could actually start doing some of the prep I need to have done by the time Spring semester starts -- on Wednesday. Nothing like split second timing, says I.

Anyhow, what with all that excitement, I was done in by the time I got home. Finished up some bookkeeping here before it ate my desk, but no writing is happening tonight.

Sigh. If writers are people who live by their wit, I gotta get a new set of wits.

So, here's the plan -- this weekend, I'm working on "Intelligent Design."

What're you doing?