The mural on the side of the weird-looking vent building in Dewey Square is in the process of being replaced. I cannot even imagine the kind of planning that goes into this sort of thing.
Chicken
This is the chicken who lives on my desk. She was part of the gag birthday gifts from my coworkers when I turned 40. (I have no idea why she’s holding a golden egg / football.) We’re moving offices, and I think she’ll fit into one of the boxes, as packing material if nothing else, and continue to be a quirky co-occupant of my space in the new office.