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As Master mentioned to me last night, my 67-day weekend is over. It really wasn't 67 days, and it really isn't over for me, but i am doing the responsible thing and going into work today just to make an appearance. It will probably be a longish day, since emerson is going into the shop, yet again. Gah! i know i am spending less on repairs than i would on a new car, but acky pooh it is sure inconvenient.
i just realized that the conference is in less than two weeks. i don't have the paper anyplace near what could be called finished. Barely have a rough draft. On the other hand, it isn't due for publication until sometime in October, i just wanted to have it ready before the conference. i must turn my mind to the presentation. i have 45 minutes to fill on March 10 at 10:30 in the morning. There are things rolling around in my head, i just have to get them out and in visual form for the attendees to see. i wish i had a better handle on power point. i am looking forward to getting out of the country, even if it is only to Dubai, and i am looking forward to seeing what other people in the field are doing. i also hate the thought of all of it. i don't know why my mind works this way.
i just looked out into the sun. My glasses want cleaning. Either that or there is a whole bunch of large dusts falling from the sky right in front of me.
Max knows something is up. He is guarding the computer room door so i can't get out without him. He had a dream last night. He was running in his sleep and making small barking noises. i really couldn't tell if they were happy sounds or frightened sounds. He didn't wake up, so i guess it wasn't a nightmare.
Speaking of nightmares: My Taiwanese students didn't completely understand the difference between a day dream and a nightmare. I would often get wishes for sweet nightmares. Is that an oxymoron?
The fog is still hanging around. Or maybe by now it has turned into a has. whatever it is, i can't tell where the earth ends and the sky begins and the boat out front is surrounded by dirty air/smog/fog/haze/mist i don't know what to call it. On the other hand, it is thin enough that i can see the boats reflection on the water. Very ghostly looking. It is a good thing i am brave about these things.
i hope emerson is finished by the end of my working day today. i feel really guilty when i can't take Max for his run.
i just realized that the conference is in less than two weeks. i don't have the paper anyplace near what could be called finished. Barely have a rough draft. On the other hand, it isn't due for publication until sometime in October, i just wanted to have it ready before the conference. i must turn my mind to the presentation. i have 45 minutes to fill on March 10 at 10:30 in the morning. There are things rolling around in my head, i just have to get them out and in visual form for the attendees to see. i wish i had a better handle on power point. i am looking forward to getting out of the country, even if it is only to Dubai, and i am looking forward to seeing what other people in the field are doing. i also hate the thought of all of it. i don't know why my mind works this way.
i just looked out into the sun. My glasses want cleaning. Either that or there is a whole bunch of large dusts falling from the sky right in front of me.
Max knows something is up. He is guarding the computer room door so i can't get out without him. He had a dream last night. He was running in his sleep and making small barking noises. i really couldn't tell if they were happy sounds or frightened sounds. He didn't wake up, so i guess it wasn't a nightmare.
Speaking of nightmares: My Taiwanese students didn't completely understand the difference between a day dream and a nightmare. I would often get wishes for sweet nightmares. Is that an oxymoron?
The fog is still hanging around. Or maybe by now it has turned into a has. whatever it is, i can't tell where the earth ends and the sky begins and the boat out front is surrounded by dirty air/smog/fog/haze/mist i don't know what to call it. On the other hand, it is thin enough that i can see the boats reflection on the water. Very ghostly looking. It is a good thing i am brave about these things.
i hope emerson is finished by the end of my working day today. i feel really guilty when i can't take Max for his run.
