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I wasn't planning to get anything today, but I did. I ended the Great Sneakers Quest (very light blue, which is going to be dirty instantly, but at least it isn't pink or purple) and then went grocery shopping by way of breaking in the sneakers, and came home and vacuumed. But I have to say I slept better last night than I had all week.
When I vacuumed the living room, the detritus was yellower than usual and it took me longer than it should have to figure out that it's pine pollen. It may be a mast year for pine trees, if such a thing exists. Google thinks a mast year is mostly for oak trees.
The symposium went swimmingly, but it was long and I was DONE with it by the end of Tuesday. My own personal laptop got used at least once a day on account of people who wanted to show up and do their thing and go away again, up to and including people who emailed me their slides in the evening for their talk the next morning. Using my own laptop was the easiest way, and I am all about that nowadays.
The Harvard Hero extravaganza was pretty extravagant all right. Harvard does know how to throw a party, I'll give them that. I was mildly annoyed that the five-sentence citation Drew Faust read for me had four puns about teeth in it; three would have been fine, and nobody else got more than three. Apparently she felt the same way about the puns, because she made a point of coming to find me at the reception and basically telling me she read them, but she didn't write them. I thought that was nice of her.
After the reception I went and bought the third book of the Unhewn Throne. I think I may end up keeping all three of them. The story is going places I didn't even think of.
I think Snip had a bad dream just now. She was twitching and making noises and woke up suddenly, at which point she marched into my lap and curled up there, and went back to sleep. I must be doing something right if she thinks my lap is a safe place.
When I vacuumed the living room, the detritus was yellower than usual and it took me longer than it should have to figure out that it's pine pollen. It may be a mast year for pine trees, if such a thing exists. Google thinks a mast year is mostly for oak trees.
The symposium went swimmingly, but it was long and I was DONE with it by the end of Tuesday. My own personal laptop got used at least once a day on account of people who wanted to show up and do their thing and go away again, up to and including people who emailed me their slides in the evening for their talk the next morning. Using my own laptop was the easiest way, and I am all about that nowadays.
The Harvard Hero extravaganza was pretty extravagant all right. Harvard does know how to throw a party, I'll give them that. I was mildly annoyed that the five-sentence citation Drew Faust read for me had four puns about teeth in it; three would have been fine, and nobody else got more than three. Apparently she felt the same way about the puns, because she made a point of coming to find me at the reception and basically telling me she read them, but she didn't write them. I thought that was nice of her.
After the reception I went and bought the third book of the Unhewn Throne. I think I may end up keeping all three of them. The story is going places I didn't even think of.
I think Snip had a bad dream just now. She was twitching and making noises and woke up suddenly, at which point she marched into my lap and curled up there, and went back to sleep. I must be doing something right if she thinks my lap is a safe place.