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This weekend I actually Got Things Done. On Saturday I made another batch of vegetarian tikka masala, and did laundry. Yesterday I went out and got my hairs trimmed, and dashed through the bookstore since there wasn't a block-long line, and did the grocery shopping, and went to the pet store and utterly failed to buy a higher-sided litterbox because they didn't have any. But I did buy more catnip mice. And I went to CVS and bought Kleenex and a Command hook for my printer and scanner cables so I can keep the connectors off the floor and stop worrying about running my chair over them. And I ordered a new litterbox from Chewy when I got home.

Today proved it was Monday right off the bat, because Lily woke me up by standing on my chest and sneezing in my eye. And then I opened my email and found yet another externship letter request and yet another conference registration request, and a couple of "acting like a helpless idiot so I'll do all the work for them" requests. The excuse this time is they're in a hurry and don't have time to format their references, and aren't any good at it anyway, so I can do it for them. Well, yes, I could, but it shouldn't be my problem. And then they have the gall to write back to my boss, who wants to know where it's at, and say they're "working with me" on it.

I wrote to the Computer Loft and asked them if they'd sell me a dead keyboard, because I am so done with Lily perching on the laptop and clicking on things. Even if I never hear back from them, at least I tried. And I hope they get a laugh out of the email.

I need a vacation. I want a vacation somewhere that gets three sunny days in a row. I need to decide if I'm going to sign up for the $2400 all-female dive trip to Costa Rica in mid-January 2022, which I would have to pay for in August. Right now I can't even think as far as August; my brain stops at "when I get vaccinated."
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All I can say is, get me through tomorrow and I might survive this week. Tomorrow I have the Curriculum Committee followed by a search committee meeting and I'm tired of all of the above. And the JDE article came back unsubmitted again with another six nitpicking formatting errors they want fixed in both the blinded and unblinded versions. ARGH. Not sure whether I should resubmit them while playing Ghoultown, which is my "I'll do it, but I won't like it" music, or Wardruna, which is my "I'll do it, but you won't like it" music.

BUT, the weekend was pretty good. I went grocery shopping for the first time in two weeks, and now not only is there food in the fridge, but I'm almost spoiled for choice of food in the fridge. And I satisfied the craving for beans and greens by making chickpea, potato, paneer, and Swiss chard tikka masala with a jar of TJ's masala sauce. So it's got beans and greens in it, and I used up the almost-elderly potatoes. And I have lunch for the entire work week if I so desire (or at least I have five pint jars of vegetarian tikka masala, anyway).

Lily scared me, because she didn't particularly want any chicken yesterday. This is after having yarfed up her breakfast (but not her dinner) on Saturday and her breakfast yesterday. But it seems to have been a passing thing, because she's kept her breakfast where it belongs this morning. And she rejoined the Clean Plate Club last night. At least she gets to eat her dinner in however many installments she wants these days, because Quirk either doesn't want it or doesn't know where it is.

I could use some brain candy, preferably of the book variety, and absolutely preferably of the actual physical book variety. I'm sorely tempted to take a personal day sometime soon expressly to go to the bookstore in the middle of the day sometime in the middle of a week.
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If you told me in October that I would stay up way the hell past my bedtime in January watching Congress certifying electoral votes, I would have told you to lay off the magic mushrooms. But I did. I gave up when they got to Pennsylvania, because I wasn't being paid to listen to two hours of bloviating after midnight. But I started watching because I wanted to see how the process is supposed to work. It's supposed to be repetitive and over in a couple of hours.

And nobody will ever be held accountable for the fact that yesterday it wasn't. Trump should die in prison, having been convicted of sedition and every financial and abuse of power crime they can charge him with, but he won't. The police who took selfies with insurrectionists should be fired if not prosecuted, but they won't be. The insurrectionists who were arrested should be tried and convicted, but they won't be. Or if they're convicted of anything it will probably be misdemeanor trespassing or something equally toothless.

If I had my way about it, Jimmy Carter could refuse to attend Trump's funeral. Statistics are unfortunately against me there, though.
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I was trying not to start with a rant. But I just can't do any more "Can we have a Zoom session so you can do things for me that I should do myself? Send me a link" meetings. If the meeting is your idea, YOU set up the Zoom link. Especially if it's a session that's going to make me tear my hair out after about ten minutes. (MMSc student, who now wants a screen-sharing session so I can walk her through every single step of how to resubmit the article, which got unsubmitted because she sent in a version with track changes still on.)

I want my saucepans, dammit. I suppose I could boil cut-up potatoes in a sufficiently deep frying pan, but it's the wrong tool for the job, and the lack of the right tool annoys me. Especially since the right tools have been sitting in Warwick, RI since Saturday.

Right. Breathing. And watching Quirk play with her catnip mouse. The ball with the bell in it has disappeared someplace, which is OK with me for right now. I'll find it after the Tuesday meetings are over with. The disappearance of cat toys seems to bother me more than it bothers the cats. They'd be bothered if the food dishes or the furniture disappeared, though.
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Lily and Quirk met on purpose this morning. Lily's been going crazy wanting to climb over the gate in the office door since Tuesday (she can't, she's not tall enough), and Quirk wanted out this morning, so I took down the gate (partly because I'm almost not tall enough to climb over it either, and I'm tired of trying to do it with coffee in hand) and let them get together. There was some hissing and some meowing and eventually Lily went out again. An hour or so later Quirk went out, and Lily chased her (silently) back in here and she went into the back of the closet again. Lily kept going into the closet and meowing and hissing at her some more in between periods of hanging around on my desk and getting in my way. Quirk came out from the back of the closet eventually, and Lily went off for her afternoon nap.

I assume all the hissing and whatnot is because we need to know precisely who's in charge here. Surprise, it's me; I can call Lily off. But I don't unless there are signs of actual violence or unless Quirk can't get away, because they've got to figure it out themselves to a certain extent. Some of me wishes I could have taken the gate down and gone somewhere else for the next eight or so hours and let them sort it all out now that they're inclined to sort things out. But (a) pandemic, (b) great big snowstorm, and (c) Thursday.

Speaking of Thursday, it really should have been Friday yesterday. The student who can't write is now at the point of submitting the article for publication, and yesterday I sent her off to read the submission instructions for the European Journal of Dental Education, and she wrote me back and said she doesn't understand them and can I walk her through them, and walk her through reformatting the references, on Zoom? ARGH. No, I couldn't do it yesterday, because I was trying to proofread two sets of surveys and come up with ten years of admissions data and exam grades before tomorrow. And I don't want to do it today, because today I had to submit an article to the JDE (upon which email from my boss saying oh, by the way, I wanted these six people suggested as reviewers, and here are their names with no email addresses. But I can't suggest reviewers without withdrawing and resubmitting the whole article, and I can't even do that right now because it hasn't been seen by an actual human yet), and fill out and submit the six CODA site visitor annual forms (that were due in October sometime, of course, but my boss never did them, so she sent them to me to do ASAP please), and and and...suffice it to say I have no patience for any handholding, but if I don't do it today or tomorrow it's not going to go away, and will be hanging over me when we get back on January 4. I already have at least two recommendation letters for a student who's applying to MBA programs hanging over me and due January 5, which means I have to write them tomorrow. SNARL.

I have nothing against the MBA applicant. He's very nice. But I am completely sick of doing things other people should be doing, particularly at the last minute. And some of the data I needed yesterday had to come from the Drama Llama, and ye gods, the WHINING. I know that a lot of the problem with all of these things right now is me, in the "meet assholes all day and you're the asshole" vein. But I hate every single one of these tasks and pretty much every single one of the people who palmed them off on me. So there.
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So much for my nice relaxing long weekend. Friday SUCKED, because Snip's blood test came back weird and she was really acting sick. On top of the election and the pandemic and L telling me she was inclined not to drive down to Noank for Thanksgiving (which meant I wasn't going either), it was too much bad stuff all at once, and I couldn't stop crying for quite a lot of the afternoon. Crying while wearing contact lenses is a terrible idea, because they get blurry and gummed up and are hard to remove. And then I got four hours of sleep because I kept waking up to make sure the sick cat at the foot of the bed was still breathing and then couldn't get back to sleep because my jaw hurt so much from clenching it.

Today Dr. P came back and ultrasounded Snip after I doped her up to the eyebrows on gabapentin, and narrowed it down to either pancreatitis or pancreatic cancer (depends on whether the lumps in the pancreas are inflammation or tumors). Three-day pain shot, antibiotic shot, sub-q fluids twice a day for five days, and appetite stimulant just until she gets the idea that eating is a good thing (hasn't happened yet). Off went another $800. But Snip actually curled up in her bed in the living room like a normal cat, which she hadn't done when her innards hurt, and the gabapentin has worn off, so she's only half doped up to the eyebrows (I don't think she knows her stomach is shaved, though, and I'm certainly not going to tell her) and might eat in the morning. And she purred at me. And I think she might have gotten some sleep in there somewhere, although I was warned the pain med might also keep her awake for three days.

I want my nice relaxing movie marathon and embroidery day tomorrow, dammit.
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Apollo 13 is one of my most favorite movies, and two different lines from it are chasing my brain around. One is Gene Kranz hollering "I don't WANT another ESTIMATE!" and the other is one of Nixon's advisors to one of the NASA guys: "OK, but I'm asking you, when will we KNOW?" I want to know before the weekend (well, depending on who you believe, we know now, but nobody's being official about it yet, and that's annoying). At least it's looking rather more like the alcohol of choice should be Zombie Killer instead of Blithering Idiot. But dammit, I want it over with.

I almost got Snip to stop tromping over, and sitting on, the keyboard, by reminding her that the thing on the floor in here is the cat bed that used to be in the bedroom. Once she got all four feet in it chasing the laser pointer dot, she remembered what it was. So now she stomps in here in the afternoon and goes to sleep in the cat bed, instead of stomping in here and getting in my face. Last week I'd had it with that and hissed at her. I hiss at one cat or the other about twice a year, when they decide that personal space is a Communist plot and don't take the hint that I'm not in the mood. I felt guilty about it almost instantly, though, because Snip cringed so hard (which is why I don't do it often). All was forgiven at dinnertime as usual. And she stays off the desk before about 4:30 these days.

I'm not logging on for work after Tuesday next week, and my goodness, do I ever need that. I hope the weather stays nice for at least Wednesday.
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Ten thousand curses on ransomware attacks. They got my parents, and Dad paid the ransom. Their computer is now somewhere "getting its sinuses reamed out". When Dad called last night, I went on a bit of an emotional roller coaster. Parents calling after dinner isn't good, but it was Dad so at least he's not in the hospital, but he led with "I did something stupid" and that's the phrase he uses when he's had a bad encounter with a tablesaw, but it wasn't that.

I am trying not to be annoyed with pretty much everything work-related today, but failing miserably so far because I'm caught in three separate email storms, most of which are trying to make things my problem that shouldn't be my problem.

OK. 24 emails in an hour seems to have exhausted everybody, and now maybe I can start sorting things out. Why isn't it Friday?

I finally figured out why some days it seems impossible for anybody to drive on this street in either direction during the daytime without blowing their horn. Turkeys, that's why. And the across-the-street neighbors have started blowing their horn whenever they back out of their driveway. I suspect their car is too old for a camera and they don't want to run over a turkey.

Today's definitely a Wardruna day. It's about one and a half steps up from an Easter Island day, so I don't want to run off to Easter Island without a forwarding address, but I don't want to be a useful and productive peon today either. At least when I'm working from home, I can listen to Wardruna without scaring anybody.
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Oh, I could write SUCH an email right now, but I won't. It would begin with "Just because you want this, doesn't make it possible" and go on through "You've been talking down to me for seven years now and I'm through taking it" and "I have tried to give you what you want when you want it, but the world doesn't work that way right now" and "If you ever contact me directly again I will ignore it. Get your course director, who sees me as a human being, to do it for you."

This is the faculty member who makes September my least favorite month every year, and is starting early this year. Unfortunately "running over the staff in hobnailed boots for a month every year" isn't grounds for finding somebody else to teach head and neck anatomy, I guess.

And now my stomach is all annoyed with me because I was eating lunch when I got this peach of an email.
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Sigh. TGIF, because I'm done with being glued to the computer for a while, and that includes my cousin's kid's second birthday party via Zoom tomorrow. Never met the kid, for one thing, and until Zoom comes up with a "mute everybody else only for you" option (vs. "host mutes everybody for everybody"), not really interested. I don't need to hear all the rest of my cousins' elementary and middle school kids all trying to talk at once for an hour.

The Arolsen Archives posted a new project earlier this week: registration cards from Mühldorf, which was a Dachau satellite camp. It was mostly a massive construction site, because the Nazis were trying to build underground Messerschmitt aircraft factories with slave labor even though they knew the war would be over before they got them built. Which meant it was a really nasty place to be, if you read between the lines. "Transferred from Auschwitz in July 1944, transferred back to Auschwitz in October 1944" probably means "worked almost to death and sent back to be gassed" and there are a lot of those. Mostly Hungarian Jews. I either have to learn not to think about that, or go back to the main Dachau registration cards, lots of which say "delivered from camp by US Army".

So naturally, since I'm done with being glued to the computer, along came a couple of emails that boiled down to "I waited until after the last minute to do this, so you do it for me." I hate that anyway, and I particularly hate it when there are no instructions beyond "do it for me" and it turns out I didn't do it right, so I have to do it over. Apparently the cure for being massively annoyed about this situation is to go drink a little bit of milk and come back and do it over.

Must go drop my "yes, I want to vote by mail" card in the mailbox today. My polling place is in an elderly housing complex and I think I'm probably better off staying out of their community room. Hopefully someday I won't have to run a risk assessment on absolutely everything that involves going further than the front porch.
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I had Trader Joe's instant miso ramen for breakfast because it was the most breakfastlike thing in the house. I still haven't gone grocery shopping, although I should have done it yesterday in the nice weather. But yesterday I was too worn out by the end of the day. This afternoon I have at least two, possibly three, meetings, so not holding out a lot of hope for having after-work energy today either. But I must go to the pet store and get some wet food suitable for hiding gabapentin in, so I can finally give Snip a manicure and she'll stop getting her feet stuck in the rugs.

Yesterday I got worn out at a Zoom "HR Teatime" meeting that was a waste of a perfectly good hour between 3:00 and 4:00, and I actually like our main HR person; it's just that she's been doing too many online seminars and has too many online-seminar-based "warm and fuzzy self-care in the time of pandemic" ideas at the moment. What I got from the meeting is that staff are way down on the list of priorities; students and faculty first, patients second, staff whenever they get around to us. Which is probably as it should be, because after all we are a dental school, but I also got emails that the new dean wants to meet with all the students by class year in his first week. I wonder if he'll ever want to meet with staff?

Well, never mind, at least the HR meeting didn't even mention furloughs or layoffs, only early retirement, and I don't qualify for that.

The Dachau transcription project has led me into doing research occasionally, and I discovered that it wasn't entirely out of left field for the Nazis to want porcelain painters, because one of the subcamps of Dachau was a porcelain factory. (Also, the earlier the date on the card, the more likely the person's listed occupation is to be something other than worker, assistant worker, or farm worker.) I do still want to know why some of the cards say Lodz and some say Litzmannstadt; Germany renamed a lot of places in Poland and the Baltic states and used those names most of the time, even though Litzmannstadt takes longer to write. They also misspelled a lot of Russian place names, but that may be a consequence of having different alphabets. Or maybe it's a consequence of thinking that Poles and Russians were subhuman. Or maybe some of both.

On a cheerier note, my cousin who would have no luck whatsoever if not for bad luck is now in complete remission from myeloma. When he was diagnosed they gave him five years to live, and then he went into a clinical trial for a new drug, and now he's in remission. Score one for the good guys, because he is pretty much one of the good guys.
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Lily hates fireworks. Snip hates thunderstorms. It's been a tough couple of days for the feline population around here. At least the thunderstorm last night wasn't as bad as the ones last weekend, in that it didn't come right overhead and involve earsplitting thunder.

I managed not to do a damn thing yesterday, despite the fact that the chores list is getting obvious again (the rugs desperately need vacuuming, etc.). And I didn't make vegetable curry either, despite having bought the necessary ingredients on Saturday. Anything I might want to do elsewhere is basically spending money, if wherever it is I want to spend money is even open, so I just stay at home indoors all the time. I have a perfectly good camp chair on the porch and I don't even go there. This is not the life I want. It's not even the life the public health authorities tell me I have to have, these days. But they've done such a good job telling me that stores are dangerous and not wearing a mask is dangerous and eating indoors in a restaurant is absolutely fatal that I don't want to go anywhere, even though there are places to go now. The dive shop was open for the 4th and I wanted to go, but I didn't, because I suspected it was going to be a madhouse with tank refills. I do want my own regulators, though. It would be nice to know whose mouth the second stage and octo were in last. Not that I'm going diving any time soon, though, mind you.

I think I need to give up Facebook for a while, because half of my feed is screaming about people not wearing masks and how everything is opening too soon, and the other half is screaming about racists, and I'm tired of it (can't say "sick of it" these days). I tried to filter out the screaming about masks, because that's preaching to the choir, but it filtered out scuba stuff I actually wanted.

Swear to FSM, my assistant would have no luck at all if it weren't for bad luck. Her grandfather passed away yesterday. So, since last September, she's had about six months of medical leave, been subjected to a race-based hate mail campaign, and lost her grandfather. Managing her is getting tiring.
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If there's anything to be happy about today, I can't find it. Except maybe the fact that it isn't shoot-me-now humid yet. Harvard is virtue-signaling its little heart out and the university (but not the dental school) has given us Juneteenth as a paid holiday. I bet if we weren't all working from home anyway and Juneteenth had fallen on a Tuesday instead of a Friday, it would be business as usual.

OK, the half-cat (front half) and half-shark (hind half) plush toy I ordered through Kickstarter is a thing to be happy about, even though I won't get it until next March. This is the same person who did the "mostly mythological creatures in the Cone of Shame" pins, which amused me so much I now have T Rex, dragon and Cerberus pins. Cerberus, of course, has three cones.

I think I'll go to my haircut on Saturday, because I am a split-end factory and anything I can do to feel better about myself (main themes lately being "fat and useless") is probably a good idea, but I don't really want to sit there for however long it takes to do color. So I'll have grey roots down to my ears, so what.
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So far this morning the postdoc admissions coordinator has been up my ass about information I don't have, which he asked the incoming student for. The Registrar has been up my ass about information I don't have, which she asked the admissions coordinator to ask the incoming student for, and I didn't even know the student had been asked. I need some assurance that this is really part of a postdoc program administrator's job, and the admissions and Registrar's offices didn't just decide to get upset with me for not doing their jobs for them.

The problem is it never seems to work the same way twice. Last year all the communication went between admissions/Registrar and the incoming student, and nobody ever asked me for anything. This year apparently they'll communicate with the incoming student without telling me, and then ask me for the answers, so I'm massively confused.

So instead of sending the emails I really wanted to send, which consisted of "In what universe does it make any sense for me to be doing this? Do your own damn job!", I went in the other room and cried for a while (it wasn't just that, it was eight and a half weeks of accumulated frustration), and then came back and wrote my boss an email that said I needed some clarification on what exactly I'm supposed to do, and could we sort that out when we've calmed down the DMD students?

On top of which, the manure pile hit the rotating air circulator yesterday when the rising second year DMD students found out they won't be on campus until January, so now we have a meeting with them today and it's going to be a mess. I hope we can calm them down in an hour, but I doubt it, because the first question they sent was "We get tuition and rent refunded, right?"

It's supposed to be nice out today. It was supposed to be nice out yesterday, but it was cold because it was windy. I'm not quite so inclined to throw myself out an open window just now, but I'd like to be able to open a couple and not have the heat come on.
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David Epstein's weather report this morning pretty much nailed what's annoying me most about this whole quarantine thing: "January and February were like March, and March was like March, and now April is like March." So it's been March for three and a half months and every day has been pretty much the same for a month and a half, with minor variations in the length of the grocery list and the number of hours I'm required to be online for.

The postdoc CODA reports came back to me yesterday, unsigned, because there were too many typos in them. This after I said when I sent them, "Please contact the program directors, whose names and emails are on the first pages, with questions about these reports." So I sent them back to the program directors, after an hour of grumpily trying to figure out if it would be faster to fix them myself. Fortunately my boss doesn't care so much about the postdoc reports and told me not to do them myself. I also haven't heard from her about the CODA report webinar she did yesterday afternoon, so I assume we don't have to scrap the predoc report and start over. We will probably have to write one for the class of 2021, though, because the last one was for the class of 2020.

Lily has been massively clingy since Sunday, when I came home three times with grocery bags that did not contain any rotisserie chickens. Every time I go into the kitchen, she has to come make sure I'm not hiding chicken scraps in anything. No chicken until next week at the earliest, because I'm tired of it and there are other proteins in the world. It might be time for bean soup, to use up the frozen bacon ends. It's certainly still cold enough for bean soup.

I'm mad at Gronk for going back to playing football. He's going to be permanently retired when somebody hits him in the back at just the wrong spot or just the wrong angle.
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Today is going to have to be a "get the hell out of here for a while after work" day, because I haven't been out since Saturday and I'm annoyed with everything except my internet connection. But I have two Zoom meetings today and three tomorrow, so I have to bless my internet connection.

What I'm annoyed with is the following: my slightly stuffy sinuses, which I dwell on because of course that means I have the plague (despite not coughing and still being able to sing); the laundry, which won't get itself out of the basement; the fact that I have to go ship my old laptop off for recycling in the next two weeks; the gauntlet you have to run in the grocery stores, assuming you don't have to run one just to get in; the 3:30 - 5:00 "be productive while removing cat from keyboard every five minutes" period; the fact that I have to be productive in the first place even though a lot of it is pretending to be productive; the fact that one student out of 140 is being a massive pain in the ass about lack of transparency, when we tell all the students everything we know at least once a week; the fact that I can't go to Noank until about June because Dad is the very definition of an at-risk category; and the fact that we might be going through all this again in the fall.

I made Sally Lunn bread on Sunday and it came out pretty well despite extremely elderly yeast. It tried its best, though, and it did actually work well enough to make bread instead of doorstops. It just took quite a while (although it was also a cool and damp day, which is not the best bread-rising weather in the world). Someday when things are back to semi-normal again, I ought to buy some younger yeast, but there isn't any to be bought right now. GRR.

I also signed up for a nitrox class via Zoom on Wednesday (my third Zoom meeting of the day). I might as well give the shop some money even if I can't go diving, and even if I never dive with nitrox, at least I'll have taken the class and learned the theory. And having taken this class I'll be officially halfway to Advanced Open Water certification.

Unfortunately, the online part of the class involved quite a lot of information about oxygen toxicity, and caused me to sit there staring at the wall for a bit. You won't get oxygen toxicity unless you do at least two or three stupid things, but if you do and you get it badly enough, you get convulsions, and lose your regulator, and can't get one back in, and die by drowning way down underwater. However, having said that, I don't intend to go that deep on nitrox, or use 40% or 36% nitrox at all unless there's no alternative (there will ALWAYS be regular air), and I don't ignore what my computer tells me. But I did the online stuff between 9:00 and 10:00 Sunday night, and had to play mindless computer games for quite a while before I could go to bed without dwelling on oxygen toxicity.

Last night I stayed up too late embroidering, but that's because the end of this page is in sight and I really want to get it over with. At least there will be one thing in my life that makes progress.
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On Sunday I was kicking ass and taking names. Monday wasn't particularly wonderful, and yesterday I was done with this week after I spent the first half hour of the day failing to order flowers online because the Place Order button wouldn't work, and then spent the next half hour on the phone trying to order flowers and having to repeat myself three or four times every time the customer service person wanted a piece of information. And then the Curriculum Committee meeting happened and somebody who said he was coming, didn't, because he forgot he had said he would even though I saw him write it down, and I got yelled at for not confirming him. And then the flowers, which were supposed to arrive today, arrived yesterday at 4:15.

Unfortunately the week isn't done with me, so I had cupcakes for dinner last night despite that being a terrible idea (and unsatisfactory besides, because the frosting had slid off by the time I got them home. I love Georgetown Cupcakes, but they must be kept absolutely horizontal in transit.).

Today at least the sun is out, which hasn't happened since sometime last week.

It's bad enough that Harvard requires 2-factor authentication through my personal phone in order to do anything, but now the app has started nagging me about iOS being one version behind and how that's a security risk. GO AWAY. Only I can't make it go away, because without the app I can't get into things like time entry and PCard reconciliations and reserving rooms. So ARGH, that's all.

But the sun is out.
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Lesson learned, yesterday: stay away from the Pull-Up truck before chorus. Too much fat for the ex-gall bladder. (But it was tasty, which is what happens when you invent a deep-fried empanada with mac and cheese AND pulled chicken in it.) Since yesterday was a Massive Introvert day to begin with, and my digestion was off besides, I sat in the peanut gallery and sang quietly. What I really wanted to do was go to the dive shop and start the BCD quest, but I didn't. I want to do that tonight, but it's going to rain until at least tomorrow and I'm not sure I want to go to the dive shop in the rain, because I always seem to be going to the dive shop in the rain and getting soaked on the way home.

The rest of this week could be canceled and that would be just fine by me. Nothing good happened yesterday, to the point where the only news item I could stand to read was Kirk Douglas' obituary. At least I learned several things from it, including (a) he was still alive before yesterday, (b) he was 103, and (c) he was born Issur Danielovitch. The rest of the news was all either doom or gloating. And the sun hasn't been out since Tuesday, which is not helping my own personal sense of nothing good happening.

Since last year was the year of the Earth Pig, this year is the year of the Metal Rat. Might be a good year for MIT, if I'm remembering correctly about MIT and brass rats. Google says I am, but Google doesn't know everything. Yet. (Some people think that "remember Loretta" commercial is cute. I think it's ill-advised to tell Google everything.)

Lily having decided that Purina NF Advanced Care prescription food isn't edible, here we go again. Dr. P wants me to try other prescription foods. I hope there's one out there somewhere that Lily likes and doesn't have corn in it. Snip, at least, will cheerfully eat Purina, because food is food as far as she's concerned. But add it to the list of things that don't go smooth this week.
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Responsible Adulthood continues to be a pain in the neck. If I had gotten all the legal documents done in October, I would be done with all the financial stuff now. But the credit union updated all its systems software in November, and now instead of transferring my existing accounts, I have to close them and reopen them as a trust. And I can't do anything with the CDs at all. GRR.

So that was Saturday morning. Then I wandered off to the Coop and bought a couple of books, and then wandered off to Saloniki in the Smith Center and had salad and hummus for lunch, which was nice because I needed some vegetables. Then I went home and figured out how to exchange heavy stuff for other heavy stuff: I went out with an empty kitty litter jug and a full container of change, and turned the change into paper money and subsequently into V8 and seltzer and kitty litter. And a new cat bed, because the cheap ones don't provide any padding between Lily and the floor, and she is an official teenager, and the floor is cold. So, new cat bed has a lot more padding between Lily and the floor. She sleeps in that bed all evening and Snip sleeps in it all day.

Unfortunately I waited for the T for 25 minutes on the way home with the heavy stuff. I hate it when it does that. I really hate it when it's cold and windy and I'm thirsty and it does that. So I came home and drank quite a lot of seltzer and decided to spend most of the rest of the day reading books. The Librarian of Auschwitz wasn't quite what I wanted in terms of character development. I bought it because it's a translation, and I didn't find any blatant translatorese in it, which was a bit of a surprise. The latest No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency book for a couple of months now, and it turned out to be just about exactly what was required. (It occurs to me that one of the things I like about that series is there are absolutely no cell phones in it.)

Yesterday I went out for more (different) seltzer and more vegetables, because I wanted to make Smitten Kitchen's pizza beans yesterday, and LTMB and vegetable soup this week (I made the LTMBs last weekend and froze them). So I came home with a case of seltzer, and a cabbage and some carrots and some tomatoes and a bag of frozen spinach. I made an extremely quick and dirty version of pizza beans, because I used three cans of beans and a jar of marinara sauce, and a pound of thawed drained frozen spinach. If I had made my own sauce, it would have been better, but it worked for hot food last night and it will work for lunch this week.

Unfortunately this week got off on a very cold, soggy and grumpy foot. Missing the 7:50 bus was my fault, because I didn't get out the door until 7:48. But the fact that the 8:00 and 8:10 buses never showed up at all meant the 8:20 was a sardine can, and even though at that point I had been standing in the rain for half an hour, I was absolutely not in the mood for a sardine can. So I went down to the Cambridge St bus stop, because it has a roof over it, and stood there for another ten minutes and got an actual seat on the 8:30. Which was a sardine can by the time it got to Comm Ave. I got to work at 9:00 or so with soaking wet feet and a massive case of Don't Wanna. If I hadn't used up all my personal days for the year already, I would have taken one today. At least the Drama Llama decided to be sick today, so I didn't have to listen to him whine when I finally did get here.

I need to go to REI tonight and invest in some more socks. I cleaned out the sock drawer last spring, and now I get to about Thursday and it looks pathetic in there.
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I wish there were a way to send tweets without joining Twitter. The MBTA seems to be most responsive to tweets, and I want to know why it's so hard to go south from Harvard Square after 8:00. It took me an hour and a quarter last night, 9:30 - 10:45. I hate that, and I hate that it's not only possible but apparently normal. But joining Twitter is like swimming in a sewer, and I won't do it. End rant.

At least now it's Thursday, and I feel sorry for the temp who's on his second day of sitting around doing not much because he can't get an eCommons login yet. Which, of course, he needs for everything else. If Harvard had managed to send me his ID number before 4:00 on Tuesday, we might not have had this problem. But that's what you get when you have to ask Cambridge for things related to Longwood.

And at least I got to fall asleep with both cats on the bed last night. Which isn't a huge thing, really, but I wanted to be wanted, and it was nice to have our whole little colony all together, with two thirds of it purring and one third being large and warm and happy to be purred at and dispense scritches. At least for now, anyway. We'll see what they think on Tuesday night.

They've finally run out of other sections of the Monastery/Washington intersection to tear up, and tore up the bus stop yesterday. I wonder if we'll get a new bus stop for Christmas?
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