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Back to 90 and humid again, just in time for the work week. 90 is fine, humid is getting tiresome. Under normal circumstances, next week I would be able to be up to my neck in the ocean somewhere. Not this year (I don't want to spend two hours on a train). I do have an untouched quart of chocolate ice cream, and a bathtub, but it's not quite the same. And I shouldn't eat an entire quart of ice cream in a week anyway. Maybe I'll suck it up and go on a whale watch sometime next week. It's outdoors and the wind is ripping right along on the way there and back, and if I wear a mask and stay on the deck rather than in the cabin, I can probably manage not to catch anything. They only run one boat per day, harumpf, but I suppose it helps to keep the crew from catching anything if they limit exposure to one boat full of general public per day. Too bad all the smaller charter boats run out of Provincetown, because I can't get there right now.

Also, today I'm grumpy because I have another meeting with the MMSc student who never wrote a research paper before. I'm at the point where I think it would be easier if I wrote half of it and then told her to write the other half based on mine. It isn't entirely her fault; she went straight from high school to dental school in India and never wrote research papers in high school. But I tell her what to put where and she goes and puts things in the wrong places anyway. This would probably be easier to do in person, but we can't do that. And Acrobat is having temper tantrums again, so I have three things on the list that I can't do until Acrobat gets over itself.

Popping bubble wrap is still fun. The trick is getting any in the first place without specifically ordering it. Lucky me, I've got both kinds at the moment. So, popping of bubble wrap ensued, and it was a little less Monday around here for a little while.