My KU boys in blue eked out a win against Davidson yesterday, so it's on to the Final Four this coming weekend! I had to take extra seizure medication for my flippy ear muscle, which went into a clicking frenzy during the game because I was so excited. My partner in sports mania, Dr. Maureen, said she was ready to prescribe herself Valium at halftime, so I'm not alone with this sports-induced stress. Good thing we aren't coaches. We'd never make it past the tip-off.
While I'm on the subject of the Rock Chalk gang, I went rock hunting Saturday. (Great transition, huh?) I'm lining a backyard drainage ditch with sandstone. It's about 3/4 done and is looking good. I am goofy about rocks--smooth ones, layered ones, fossily ones, striped ones, colorful ones, I love 'em all. When Big Bore moved in a few years ago, he brought along some rocks he'd collected over the years. He's not quite as rock nutty as I am, but it's good to know that he won't laugh at me when I get all thrilled and say, "Look at this cool rock I found!!"