A modest view of the great outdoors from - more or less - outside our fron door this morning, before I descended into a day from which I emerged with a promotion letter for someone at another institution written and polished. These things take so long! It's satisfactory when they're completed, sure - and one agrees to write them because - well, that's the way the system works. But it's one of the profession's stranger genres.
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