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thoughts thought on a rainy Monday
Jul. 30th, 2007 01:24 pmI don't particularly enjoy the work-related "print this letter and get it signed, but don't send it yet" dance I end up doing sometimes, because sooner or later it's September and I end up sending a letter dated July. I don't know if I'm the only person around here who cares about that, but it makes me feel silly.
Speaking of feeling silly, today I am filling out paperwork for somebody who was approved as a professor last October.
I really wanted to beg off work this morning and go puddle stomping. Somehow the thunderstorm got mixed up with a dream I was having, in which I was trying to call somebody at MGH and couldn't hear them because of the thunderstorm, but they wouldn't believe me because there wasn't a thunderstorm going on over there.
In the process of trying to look busy while the Comcast guy disconnected my service yesterday, I found the Packing List with the shopping list on it. If I had bubble wrap or packing paper and sufficient motivation, most of my kitchen could get packed tonight. Since I don't have packing paper, it'll probably get packed on Wednesday at the earliest.
The Question is, what am I going to read for the next three weeks? I read a lot more when I don't have internet access. The Answer is either three or four very long books (think Shogun-length), or most of a shelf of short ones. Problem being, I want to pack the rest of my books, so not packing most of a shelf is not going to help much.
I think part of the problem is that in spite of moving day rushing up at me, it isn't really real yet. I know in an abstract way that it's going to happen, but Moving is getting filed with Vacation under "Mythological Creatures" in the back of my brain.
Sometime today I have to go hunt up that other mythological creature known as the post office. I've only been meaning to do that for about four days now (not counting Sunday).
Speaking of feeling silly, today I am filling out paperwork for somebody who was approved as a professor last October.
I really wanted to beg off work this morning and go puddle stomping. Somehow the thunderstorm got mixed up with a dream I was having, in which I was trying to call somebody at MGH and couldn't hear them because of the thunderstorm, but they wouldn't believe me because there wasn't a thunderstorm going on over there.
In the process of trying to look busy while the Comcast guy disconnected my service yesterday, I found the Packing List with the shopping list on it. If I had bubble wrap or packing paper and sufficient motivation, most of my kitchen could get packed tonight. Since I don't have packing paper, it'll probably get packed on Wednesday at the earliest.
The Question is, what am I going to read for the next three weeks? I read a lot more when I don't have internet access. The Answer is either three or four very long books (think Shogun-length), or most of a shelf of short ones. Problem being, I want to pack the rest of my books, so not packing most of a shelf is not going to help much.
I think part of the problem is that in spite of moving day rushing up at me, it isn't really real yet. I know in an abstract way that it's going to happen, but Moving is getting filed with Vacation under "Mythological Creatures" in the back of my brain.
Sometime today I have to go hunt up that other mythological creature known as the post office. I've only been meaning to do that for about four days now (not counting Sunday).
