Another month: I have wrapped up the honors program; I have read, taught, and graded (and have more reading and grading yet to come); I am registering new Phi Beta Kappa students; I have passed the penultimate stage of the process of becoming a formal student in the order of which the monastery is the center; I am looking ahead to two years of very, very differently apportioned time.

Some of the time, I feel like that frog on the rock: biding my time, looking out over the opportunities coming.

More of the time, these days, I feel a little bit like these two: keeping a very low profile, lest someone see me and offer me some more tasks.

Watching these frogs for an hour or so was one of the highlights of my week, two weeks ago.