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Feb. 10th, 2021 09:19 amIt's been a week since I posted anything, because I've deleted a couple of rants. I don't want this to become a journal of rants.
On Saturday night I got something jammed in the gum behind my last left-hand lower molar, and I think I got it out, but it was angry enough to require Advil Monday and yesterday. Today it seems to be annoyed rather than angry. I'll take that. Especially since I don't know when I could get it seen by anybody at HSDM.
It's not a trend yet, but Quirk is sleeping on top of the office cat tree, right out in the open, for the second day in a row. It's nice to have a cat hanging around in here with me, without feet on the laptop. And it's gratifying that Quirk has decided I'm non-threatening enough to be slept at.
As of February 4, my taxes are hanging around in the ether. I decided I didn't mind if they hung around for a week, and I wanted them to come off the "don't forget to do this" list. I should be getting my usual refunds, which is nice.
I've gotten fascinated with excavator videos on Youtube, drawn in by one that was on another site and captioned "Who do you call when your 22-ton excavator is sunk up to its cab in mud? This guy." When in doubt, go play in the dirt (or the mud) with heavy machinery. And the guy who extracted the 22-ton excavator is damn good at it, and I end up learning things about geology and physics and things like that. In one of the videos he says that his sitting there doing nothing while the state police are inspecting a dump truck he's supposed to be filling with rocks is costing the job $400 an hour. I wonder how one gets trained to run excavators? I could have a post-retirement career...
For now, though, I have to go make the university visiting committee happy, and make CODA happy, and make the Dean happy in terms of hoops I have to get the faculty search candidates to jump through. I'd rather go play in the mud with heavy machinery, though.
On Saturday night I got something jammed in the gum behind my last left-hand lower molar, and I think I got it out, but it was angry enough to require Advil Monday and yesterday. Today it seems to be annoyed rather than angry. I'll take that. Especially since I don't know when I could get it seen by anybody at HSDM.
It's not a trend yet, but Quirk is sleeping on top of the office cat tree, right out in the open, for the second day in a row. It's nice to have a cat hanging around in here with me, without feet on the laptop. And it's gratifying that Quirk has decided I'm non-threatening enough to be slept at.
As of February 4, my taxes are hanging around in the ether. I decided I didn't mind if they hung around for a week, and I wanted them to come off the "don't forget to do this" list. I should be getting my usual refunds, which is nice.
I've gotten fascinated with excavator videos on Youtube, drawn in by one that was on another site and captioned "Who do you call when your 22-ton excavator is sunk up to its cab in mud? This guy." When in doubt, go play in the dirt (or the mud) with heavy machinery. And the guy who extracted the 22-ton excavator is damn good at it, and I end up learning things about geology and physics and things like that. In one of the videos he says that his sitting there doing nothing while the state police are inspecting a dump truck he's supposed to be filling with rocks is costing the job $400 an hour. I wonder how one gets trained to run excavators? I could have a post-retirement career...
For now, though, I have to go make the university visiting committee happy, and make CODA happy, and make the Dean happy in terms of hoops I have to get the faculty search candidates to jump through. I'd rather go play in the mud with heavy machinery, though.
