Of course Les UDs will be out there tonight, gazing up at this year’s “third, final, and best” supermoon.

… after being ill, UD walks directly into a seal. What a moment.

… from her recent brief illness. Still a bit weak, but recovering in a seaside room in Rehoboth Beach, so nothing to complain about. Frustrated that I don’t have the energy to blog just yet, since the admissions scandal keeps spawning scandalettes (many involving a UD fave, Philip Esformes!) and I’m determined to keep up. If there were ever a story that had UNIVERSITY DIARIES written all over it, this is the one.

… a group features a
famous visitor to RB,
Justice Kavanaugh.

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UD thanks her sister for the picture.

… at the Sea Witch Festival. Costume parade, dog parade, bonfires, the works. She will blog compulsively from there.

Rehoboth.

Photo UD.

Seen on this morning’s walk
through Rehoboth Beach.

Positively spiritual.

Photo UD.

… along with good food and drink.

Although so much older than all other
patrons that they expect at any moment
to be asked to leave, Les UDs really
like the place.

UD leaves today for a vacation at the beach. Longtime readers know this almost always means Rehoboth, where over the years a passel of family and friends has also gathered.

Mr UD totally needs the break, his week in Warsaw having been way gratifying but exhausting.

Much to say about bizarre developments in academe, and I’ll say them from the beach. Ne quittez pas.

Just beyond our canal-side hotel room, the Rehoboth Beach Halloween parade gathers itself for an 11 AM start. Drummers practice.

Les UDs are here with a bunch of friends who met last night and unanimously agreed that the thing about the beach is that it puts you to sleep. So we’re having a little trouble pulling ourselves together for the long walk along the parade. We’ll get there.

Les UDs are on their way
to Rehoboth Beach,
for the Sea Witch Festival.

Of course UD will
blog from there.

Rehoboth Beach, this afternoon.

After UD took this picture, a man
who was birding (we were at Cape
Henlopen State Park) came along and
suggested that we see if the
horseshoe crab was still alive.

He picked it up by its tail and showed
me its still-wriggling legs. Then he
gently placed it and its mollusks back
in the surf.