The cherry tree is laden with fruit and the Cedar Waxwings have come to feast. I heard one or two last week, but for the last few days the tree is simply full of them. They make a high-pitched call, something between a squeak, a peep, and a buzz. We enjoy sitting out under our tent and listening to them. With the end of the semester, I've finally had time to just sit for a while.
I'm beginning to panic regarding my trip to Brazil, though. I've (perhaps foolishly) agreed to give *three* talks. I don't expect any of them to be terribly difficult or complex, but I still have to put them together. I'm going to need to start really focusing on this stuff.