Growing Old Isn't For Sissies
You know (or you hope) it's been a busy day (in a good way) when you're finally cleaning up your work inbox at 4am because there just hasn't been any other time to do it. I hope this isn't a case of me deluding myself with my bad time management skills (just kidding).
In addition to meetings and skimming through the Blue Engine Fellows applications that are coming in (and wondering just how many we're going to get this year...), I've actually been catching up with friends who I haven't seen in a bit. Which is awesome. And always makes me remember that I need to do this more often. (Side note: I also need to stop cooking before going on a week long eating out binge. Though this may work out if we get trapped in our apartment and I have to eat my way through the fridge).
And a gem from one of today's meetings: "Growing old isn't for sissies." I think that's pretty damn true.
In addition to meetings and skimming through the Blue Engine Fellows applications that are coming in (and wondering just how many we're going to get this year...), I've actually been catching up with friends who I haven't seen in a bit. Which is awesome. And always makes me remember that I need to do this more often. (Side note: I also need to stop cooking before going on a week long eating out binge. Though this may work out if we get trapped in our apartment and I have to eat my way through the fridge).
And a gem from one of today's meetings: "Growing old isn't for sissies." I think that's pretty damn true.