Monday, November 26, 2012


I would very much like another four days off with my husband; I think it's well deserved since I spent two of those days working and he spent one doing the same but out in the cold.  Also we visited family and some good friends, so the amount of actual down time at home was pretty low.

Gah writing!  I have a lot of grading to do this week, but pressing deadlines on two grant proposals and some manuscript stuff.  Also lab work that I have been avoiding, and a lot of clean-up to do from my lab-based course, and I should sometime soon start working on next term's syllabi.

I've also been doing at-home jobs, like getting oil changes for the cars and having work done inside on projects that we didn't have time to deal with until now.  In mid December I head out to visit my parents for a while, and right about now I'm realizing how close that is and how much I have to get done before then.

So, stress, as usual.  Today I also received a weird, spammily-worded email from a journal that I withdrew from in 2011, requesting that I submit my article by the end of the year, if that would be "fine with me."  Following up almost a year later, after blowing me off then?  Not instilling additional confidence in your abilities, editor.

That's the state of things.  I also finally cleaned up the links over there on the right; if for some reason you read this and want to be included, just let me know.  At this point it should at least be relevant to regularly (sort of) updated links.

Saturday, November 17, 2012


Where the hell did November go, and why did I not notice until it was almost over?  This fall has been the fastest term so far - one in which I'm always racing to keep up.  And yet I'm sad to see it go. 

I think I'm becoming a pushover in my old age.  I give more extra credit, I'm kinder when I grade, I give fewer late deductions than I initially threaten.  I run multiple review sessions.  I'm not sure where this change came from.  But according to my TA I still give challenging exams, so there's that.

This month I'm way behind on writing projects, including an accepted article for which the same imagery I've always used for publication is suddenly not high enough quality.  I'm not sure what exactly to do about that one, except send the originals to the editor, which makes me feel guilty for giving him more work.  Guilt complex, you know.

At home, Partner is back at work for the year in preparation for a few years of school, which will begin next September.  So he's in "make all the money" mode, except that each time he returns to work we tend to spend his first few paychecks on things we've been wanting, so it doesn't actually go into the bank.  This year we paid for some of my conference travel, spent a decent amount on eyeglasses and chiropractic care, and then got some carpet we've been wanting/needing, so that's all very nice but is not helping very much in preparing for our future return to a one-salary household.  

Next up, holidays, and my very favorite part of the year in which it's cold out and dark in the evenings and I can pretend the rest of the world no longer exists once I'm home at night.  That probably indicates a personality disorder of some sort, but I hate daylight savings time and love December.  And now I have new carpet to keep my feet warm.