Well, my exams are written. I am as ready as I can be for the onslaught of research papers to grade today.

Over the weekend, I helped out with a town trash-off day. Figuring (very conservatively) that there were 40 people there, and that they worked for 2 hours each, two work-weeks of person-hours were expended picking up trash (and probably actually more than that; there were quite a few Boy Scouts along). Two work-weeks of person-hours that people could have spent doing other things were it not for the careless jerks who throw their fast food cups, cigarette packages, empty envelopes, and who knows what else out their car windows. Litterbugs are one of my pet peeves. No, actually, it goes beyond that. Litterbugs piss me off.

I also did get some knitting done. I have turned the heel on the first Opal Crocodile sock. And thanks to Murder on the Orient Express being on AMC yesterday afternoon, I got a lot done on the body of the Trinity Stitch Shawl. Very shortly I will be able to start the edging.

I will say, as someone who is in love with David Suchet's "Poirot" (in the mildest, most innocent, most schoolgirlish possible way), Albert Finney's half-adenoidal half-yelling with-his-shoulders-up-around-his-ears "Poirot" was somewhat jarring.