It’s Convocation at the University of Chicago today (otherwise known as Graduation Day), and the campus will be a madhouse. All the chairs are set out on the quad—outside, and that’s bad given the weather report:
It is gray and foggy, and not a nice day to sit outside and listen to speeches. (There is no inside alternative; participants are given cheap plastic raincoats if it gets wet.). I don’t participate—I do so only when I have a student graduating—but maybe I can score some free noms.) Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Cyrus, normally not overly bright (I am a d*g ableist), shows some interest in biology. Perhaps a little cat will teach him.
Hili: What are you looking at so intently?
Cyrus: I’m observing what evolution did to a snail.
Hili: Czemu się tak przyglądasz?
Cyrus: Patrzę co ewolucja zrobiła ślimakowi.