It's a beautiful day

Really it is. The sky is like some kind of blue crystal, maybe a sapphire or blue diamond. The only cloud I've seen is the long trail of exhaust from a jet. It's warm too. I brought a hat and a jacket to school today, and have barely used either of them. It smells good out there, and snow is melting. It brings joy to my heart to see it like this.

I am starting to lose my Minnesota-born hardiness for winter. I just don't care for it. I find it to be pretty, definitely, sometimes exhilarating, but it lasts longer than I care to deal with. If this makes me a baby, I don't really care. Whatever label people choose to affix to me is fine.

So far I've gone to Syntax, which was pretty easy, just a review for a test I feel fairly prepared for. After Syntax I ran into a largish man who used to work in the dental school. He and I would talk occasionally, so we caught up. All the while, my former French teacher kept looking at me, and started to approach, but stopped half-stock. It was awkward. I should have gone and said hi, but I needed to get to the gym.

Then I worked out for about an hour, trying to work through a problem of reconstructing the proto-form of a number of words in some Basque dialects. It comes down to looking at the dialects, seeing what sounds are different, and trying to use what I know about naturalness and sound change to make a decent hypothesis as to the proto-languages inventory of sounds, as well as what the words were in their old form.

I then ate lunch, chicken cellophane soup, while continuing to work on the problem. I followed up lunch with Bubble tea, and here I am.

song of the day: Beautiful Day-U2