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It's going to be April in a little over an hour, and it's snowing. Snowing AND sticking. I think I'm going to have to get out my winter boots (she says, implying that she has already gotten around to putting them away, which she has not) to walk to campus tomorrow. Uncool!
At least I saved my warm and fuzzy difficult green sweater to wear tomorrow, since snow, but also needing to look presentable to have lunch with tomorrow's visiting presenter, who was one of the directors of the global exchange of visual and material culture program I did two years ago in Venice. Better yet, my warm and fuzzy difficult green sweater is currently clean and hanging in my closet, or rather, from the molding above my closet where I hung it to dry after I washed it. In other words, it's not at the bottom of the clothes mountain on the hassock next to my bed, so for once this week I won't look like I crawled out of my laundry hamper. Go me!
Anyway, speaking of crawling out my laundry hamper, today I didn't manage to drag myself out of bed until significantly later than I'd hoped, and I felt like dragging myself in to campus for something like the twelfth day in a row even less, so I didn't. I brought enough work home last night, in my optimism that I was going to be productive, to keep me going all day today, so I stayed home and was lazy, except for the part where I was actually depressingly productive. I didn't get beyond vaguely contemplating a nap! I just about finished transcribing the Livre Rouge de Saint-Florent. I did all my reading for advisor R's vikings class tomorrow. I cooked!
And now, once again, I am le tired. Sigh. But I'm going to stop thinking now for real, and go to bed.
Oh, and since it's still the 31st, I offer internet hugs to all my fellow medievalists, in honor of International Hug a Medievalist Day. Medievalists need hugs too!
Also, weather.gov is now predicting 3-5 inches of snow overnight. Argh.
At least I saved my warm and fuzzy difficult green sweater to wear tomorrow, since snow, but also needing to look presentable to have lunch with tomorrow's visiting presenter, who was one of the directors of the global exchange of visual and material culture program I did two years ago in Venice. Better yet, my warm and fuzzy difficult green sweater is currently clean and hanging in my closet, or rather, from the molding above my closet where I hung it to dry after I washed it. In other words, it's not at the bottom of the clothes mountain on the hassock next to my bed, so for once this week I won't look like I crawled out of my laundry hamper. Go me!
Anyway, speaking of crawling out my laundry hamper, today I didn't manage to drag myself out of bed until significantly later than I'd hoped, and I felt like dragging myself in to campus for something like the twelfth day in a row even less, so I didn't. I brought enough work home last night, in my optimism that I was going to be productive, to keep me going all day today, so I stayed home and was lazy, except for the part where I was actually depressingly productive. I didn't get beyond vaguely contemplating a nap! I just about finished transcribing the Livre Rouge de Saint-Florent. I did all my reading for advisor R's vikings class tomorrow. I cooked!
And now, once again, I am le tired. Sigh. But I'm going to stop thinking now for real, and go to bed.
Oh, and since it's still the 31st, I offer internet hugs to all my fellow medievalists, in honor of International Hug a Medievalist Day. Medievalists need hugs too!
Also, weather.gov is now predicting 3-5 inches of snow overnight. Argh.