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I think it's a good sign when the corrections required for my case study don't change the pagination at all, so I only have to reprint the sections I changed. That means I can take my original copies of everything else and put the new sections in and take it all off to be copied and bound today instead of tomorrow, and spend tomorrow cleaning things. Last night's cleaning fit disappeared into a thunderstorm and a craving for ice cream.

I forgot that one of my committee members and I have almost exactly opposing opinions on where commas belong. She took out commas in places I had them, and put them in where I didn't think I needed them.

HOT and HUMID landed here with a vengeance yesterday. Apparently the weather is trying to make up for the 45-degree week a couple of weeks ago, and overcompensated; it's got to be 80 here today. I have to figure out how to get this haircut to stay off the back of my neck when it gets hot.

at a loss, sort of

It's oddly anticlimactic to finally be absolutely done. The weight came off me when I submitted my case study for review. The worst part of the defense was the five minutes at the beginning when it was just me, presenting the reasons why and the points I didn't make in the analysis. After that I mostly said "oops" for an hour and ten minutes, with an occasional "no, that's really how it goes" and an occasional "yes, I did that on purpose, and here's why" thrown in. Then I was sent out, stood around in the hall for five minutes, was brought back in again and congratulated for five minutes, and went off with the annotated copies. I changed the things I agreed with, left the things I didn't agree with alone, and that was all. Everything after the defense is sound and fury signifying not much, and everything in between the submission for review and the defense is like waiting for an earthquake. You know it's coming, and there's nothing you can do about it, and it makes a lot of noise when it arrives, but it's over fairly soon and then you go on about your life.

Tomorrow I can finally return all these books to their respective homes and get the carpet of paper off the floor. I don't quite know what to do with myself any more, and I'm not sure whether I want to bury my original copy of my case study under the pile of random stuff on my kitchen counter, or whether I want to put it somewhere I won't forget about it.

The daily thunderstorm seems to have arrived. It's running slightly late today.