One of the great things about momming it through grad school is that invariably when you feel like a failure in one of those roles, something happens in the other half of your life that is somehow buoying*. So tonight, after a first-day of teaching and running some conferences with students (from past semesters), I… Continue reading more on the collision
The title hopefully reveals my inability to, well, think. Today is Sunday; it is: The day before classes begin. The day before my two weeks off (granted–er, mandated–by the exam/diss committee) ends. Which means tomorrow, the dissertation project officially begins. The day after we ran our first 20 to prepare for the Bath-to-Corning race on… Continue reading today is Sunday
Nora Roberts is not Nora Ephron. Stop mistaking the two.
I seem to have climbed from my funk. On the plate for tomorrow: 1. The garage sale that was supposed to happen last week. If you’re looking for strangely configured bookshelves, strange books, old-as-crap computers, and odd furniture (like the toddler bed that Brian built for Jack–it’s a pick-up truck and it’s the coolest thing… Continue reading the funk stops here
Some stuff going on right now. Things will probably be quiet around here for a while. Hope to get back to a bloggable place in a bit.