The weather continues to be unseasonable stupidly warm, bringing folks out onto North Campus in the afternoons.

Also spotted, the proverbial unicorn – a university student reading a newspaper.

I was headed south this morning for a meeting and, out of the corner of my eye, spotted four small cinder block structures, time taking its toll. On the way back, I stopped.

These were little one-bedroom cabins, I suspect, as each had what was once a bathroom at the back. All of the roofs were gone and under the pine needles lay the rusting metal carcasses of old mattresses as well as a broken Clorox bottle.

One, built too close to a tree, was being heaved up and town apart. A little pressure and that wall would come right down.

And yet, not quite there …

A simple setting for a semi-simple meal.

The bulldogs are, literally, put on a pedestal for all the other dogs to loop up to, some sort of religious experience.

It is February 17 and things are blooming. I’ve been in Georgia for almost 13 years, this still seems wrong.

Funny the things you see when it’s the end of a very, very long week.