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dchenesYesterday I put on my Data Wrangler hat again and went tracking down information all afternoon and putting it in the giant spreadsheet. Today I thought up a workaround for the information I couldn't find yesterday, and put that in a secondary spreadsheet and sent it off to the biostatistician. If he wants to get a headache extrapolating students' ages from the year they received their undergrad degrees, more power to him. At least there's only one class he has to do that for, out of the five I found all the other info for yesterday.
I had just sent that off and was congratulating myself when I got a request for updates to all the info we have on the MMSc program, for the new dean. So, brochure, application form, program guide, curriculum blueprints, checklists, current program personnel directory with biosketches/photos/primary interests, course syllabi, all like that there. Fortunately it's not required until next week, so I have a little while to assemble it all and make it pretty before I turn it into one giant PDF and bookmark it. And I suppose somewhere in there I ought to try to take a picture of myself that I don't hate, because I'm the only program staff member and it looks silly if I'm the only one with no photo. But I haven't seen a picture of myself that I didn't hate since two drivers' licenses ago. (Well, OK, the picture of me and everybody else in front of the lionfish burger stand in Bonaire wasn't awful. But it isn't suitable for work either.)
Lily took over Snip's bed in the sun this morning, and poor Snip got completely confused. She couldn't figure out that there was another bed, and so she came and stared at me and hollered for a while. I finally got the message and went into the living room and opened the window, which woke Lily up and got her out of Snip's bed to come be friendly. Then Lily realized the windowsill was available, and Snip got her bed back, and all's right with the world. And I got to have my second Zoom meeting without confused and hollering cat.
Online chorus tonight, to consist of a singalong to Vivaldi's Gloria. I'm not sure I want a third Zoom meeting today, though. Even if there is singing involved.
It turns out that Trader Joe's broccoli cheddar soup has gone on the "not to be eaten by person who no longer has a gall bladder" list, and the less said about that, the better.
I had just sent that off and was congratulating myself when I got a request for updates to all the info we have on the MMSc program, for the new dean. So, brochure, application form, program guide, curriculum blueprints, checklists, current program personnel directory with biosketches/photos/primary interests, course syllabi, all like that there. Fortunately it's not required until next week, so I have a little while to assemble it all and make it pretty before I turn it into one giant PDF and bookmark it. And I suppose somewhere in there I ought to try to take a picture of myself that I don't hate, because I'm the only program staff member and it looks silly if I'm the only one with no photo. But I haven't seen a picture of myself that I didn't hate since two drivers' licenses ago. (Well, OK, the picture of me and everybody else in front of the lionfish burger stand in Bonaire wasn't awful. But it isn't suitable for work either.)
Lily took over Snip's bed in the sun this morning, and poor Snip got completely confused. She couldn't figure out that there was another bed, and so she came and stared at me and hollered for a while. I finally got the message and went into the living room and opened the window, which woke Lily up and got her out of Snip's bed to come be friendly. Then Lily realized the windowsill was available, and Snip got her bed back, and all's right with the world. And I got to have my second Zoom meeting without confused and hollering cat.
Online chorus tonight, to consist of a singalong to Vivaldi's Gloria. I'm not sure I want a third Zoom meeting today, though. Even if there is singing involved.
It turns out that Trader Joe's broccoli cheddar soup has gone on the "not to be eaten by person who no longer has a gall bladder" list, and the less said about that, the better.
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Date: 2020-09-24 11:27 am (UTC)