Monday

One of these days I'm going to remember, when ordering a sandwich in the cafeteria, to tell them to go easy on the mustard. What I had for lunch, in order of prevailing flavors, was a mustard sandwich with incidental Swiss cheese, turkey, tomato and lettuce.

For a Monday, it hasn't been a bad day; I finally got one of my current headache committees out of my hair. They're meeting in December, which is what they wanted, so now they can kindly quit bugging me about it. (Now if I could only get them to tell my other current headache committee to quit bugging me...but it doesn't work like that.)

If it can't be naptime, I wish it was at least the end of the time for me to be answering other people's phones while they do things elsewhere. At least I don't have to do that tomorrow too.

silly brain...

When my brain gets an idea and starts yelling "Write this!" I generally listen to it. Grad school has warped it, though; on the way home tonight, it got an idea for another academic paper involving the influence of language on culture and vice versa, and colonialism, and borrowing. So now it's yelling at me about that, and I think I hear a lot of research coming. At least when it yells at me about fiction, I can just start writing.