Last week, as part of our 148th anniversary commemoration activities at the park, I gave several talks and tours throughout the week. For one tour, I lead five guys of varying ages around the park (the youngest was nine years old, the oldest was in his sixties). It was not until after the tour, after the touring visitors had dispersed, that I realized my fly had been undone. It was most likely unzipped for the entire tour and none of my male tourees mentioned it.
Because that is not embarrassing.
In other news, I am sore from more chainsawing (an addictive activity), I continue to add page after painful page to my thesis, I had a fantastic holiday break, and am expecting a heck of a lot of snow tomorrow. More on all of that. Later.