Speaking of beavers…

The current time of the year is one of the four most stressful for me at work.  They happen just about quarterly, with the publication of our quarterly books detailing everything we’ve done (or considered doing) for the past few months to our board of directors.  I compile, edit, and generally format the monster, as well as chivying the office to get content to me by my deadline to send the stuff to the printer.  Sympathetic people nearby pat me on the hand and feed me snacks when I come up for air.  Corina also sent me this link.  I don’t know how she came across it, or why it’s so addictive and wonderful, or what it has to do with beaver felt, but it gives me just the break I need every once and awhile in this madness.  For a seconds-long break, I can click and sing along: beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver, beaver, mushroom, mushroom.

It’s almost as good as Bob Loblaw.  Or the original Po-Ta-Toe.