I was just sippin on something sweet.
Presently I feel that I lack the mental fortitude to craft a pretentious blog post in the manner to which I am accustomed. Maybe I merely lack focus.
This can be attributed to:
1. The presence of Bob. Yes, he majestically descended into town last night with all the accompanying pomp*. We took him out to Arctic Thai for an excruciatingly long welcome dinner. We ought to have known better than to take fifteen people to Arctic Thai.
2. The lack of sleep. I can honestly say that I do not feel a) tired or b) sleepy, but I went to bed around 4 last night and that has to catch up with me sometime, right?
3. Yesterday. The excruciatingly long welcome dinner morphed into a pleasantly long welcome party, to which ITEX donated the Science Juice. Some people appreciated the fine craftsmanship of the Science Juice more than others.
And, if I may beat a dead horse for a second here:
4. Thursday. More accurately, Wednesday. I don’t want to go home. This has nothing to do with you, family. I will be pleased to see you. This has nothing to do with you, friends. I will be pleased to see you. This has nothing whatever to do with you, dear Lake Michigan; I haven’t given you up for the charmingly flirtatious Arctic Ocean. This has everything to do with what I will miss.
We leave for our last trip to Atqasuk in four or five hours, depending on when the plane decides to leave. We are hoping for sooner rather than later so that we can bust out some serious work this evening. We are actually hoping rather more that somehow we are not able to get off the ground today so that we can stay tonight in Barrow- it’s Friday and some people are leaving Saturday, so there is sure to be some fun that we’d rather not miss. Bob wouldn’t let us change our flight to Saturday morning, even though Team Efficiency** is incredibly cocky in regards to estimating how long it will take to get the work done, with good reason. Team Efficiency has proven itself time and again to be adept at economy of motion and clever with time-saving strategies. We do not fumble our therbligs.
This weekend will be entirely working, sleeping, and maybe eating, depending on how Total Season shapes up. Total Season measurements will fill 17 columns of 192 pages of spreadsheets (fresh from the printer). It involves not only counting grass, but more measuring as well. I would be feeling nostalgic about the last trip to Atqasuk but I am saved from that fate because of the immense amount of work to be done. Oh yeah, and I’d rather be in Barrow.
*Can one use “pomp” without tacking on “circumstance”? I vote yes.
**Jenny and Papasaurus***. We are TOO that efficient.
***Jeremy, naturally. He picked this name out himself. Normally I absolutely do not condone this behavior. Self-nicknaming is cheesy at best, but the name pleased him so much that Jobby and I were willing to humor him. Now “Papasaurus” is a hit!