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You know, I really enjoy working on charters. They are totally delightful sources for many things. What I am not currently enjoying, however, is the fact that every time I sit down to work on my charters, the bleak vistas of toil I have to churn through before I can even think about writing this paper get more endless. Sigh. And I know my lack of mad computer skillz is making it all far more work than it needs to be, but alas, I don't have the mad skillz or the time to build the database that would make it all easier.
So, totally grim and possibly hopeless amounts of work on that front.
As far as going up to Quebec for Thanksgiving, I decided as of last night that I'd make every effort to go, after les parents indicated that poor bro Marek was all disappointed to hear I was thinking about not coming. Then a new complication arose this morning, in that Thanksgiving dinner will now be on Monday, and I was planning to come back to Boston on Monday. There's not a lot preventing me from coming home Tuesday instead, but I'm still waiting to hear back from Quebec aunt and uncle as to whether the complications have multiplied too much to overcome what small amount they'd enjoy having me there. I can't help but think I'd be nothing but a huge pain and an unwelcome guest, but of course, they probably think I'm a normal person who doesn't require massive amounts of reassurance that I'm not putting them out.
On the other hand, it sounds like getting up there on Friday (or Saturday) wouldn't be a problem. It's all very much like negotiating a sensitive treaty, though. So that's quite grim as well.
So I think that in the face of all this, that I'll go to bed. Hopefully accuweather.com is right when it tells me that it isn't going to freeze overnight and kill my poor tomatoes.
I wouldn't put it past them.
So, totally grim and possibly hopeless amounts of work on that front.
As far as going up to Quebec for Thanksgiving, I decided as of last night that I'd make every effort to go, after les parents indicated that poor bro Marek was all disappointed to hear I was thinking about not coming. Then a new complication arose this morning, in that Thanksgiving dinner will now be on Monday, and I was planning to come back to Boston on Monday. There's not a lot preventing me from coming home Tuesday instead, but I'm still waiting to hear back from Quebec aunt and uncle as to whether the complications have multiplied too much to overcome what small amount they'd enjoy having me there. I can't help but think I'd be nothing but a huge pain and an unwelcome guest, but of course, they probably think I'm a normal person who doesn't require massive amounts of reassurance that I'm not putting them out.
On the other hand, it sounds like getting up there on Friday (or Saturday) wouldn't be a problem. It's all very much like negotiating a sensitive treaty, though. So that's quite grim as well.
So I think that in the face of all this, that I'll go to bed. Hopefully accuweather.com is right when it tells me that it isn't going to freeze overnight and kill my poor tomatoes.
I wouldn't put it past them.