Hanging quietly at Jed’s so far today, recovering from middle-of-the-night travel. Have drafted my commencement speech that I’m giving at OPRF on Sunday (after a red-eye flight back, oof, hope I can manage a nap Sunday morning once we get home), and sent it off to the superintendent to see what he thinks.
I might be calling for radical overthrow of the system, of all the systems, in fact. I hope he doesn’t frighten easily. 
I’m also calling for incremental change! Because I contain multitudes! Or perhaps only contradictions!
I’ll post the final draft once I’ve given it, and you can all critique it then…
Flower: allium schubertii, wonderfully wild and rather how the inside of my head feels like now, with thoughts going in a million directions. There are SO MANY things you could say in a commencement speech! So much advice you want to give all the little munchkins as they head out into the scary world.
There’s a great episode of West Wing where Bartlett is getting ready to give a commencement speech at his daughter’s college graduation, and every five minutes, he’s walking up to Charlie with a new idea for the speech, and at the end, he realizes he can’t access his notes because they’re in a pocket under his robe, so he’s just going to wing it…