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Aug. 9th, 2005 01:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
catsittingstillWell, Saturday was a good, productive day. I finished up all but one of the sidebar ideas for the physics textbook, bought 24 pounds of peaches for 15$ (you get good discounts if you say "how much for the whole basket?") did two loads of laundry and various other useful things.
Sunday, not so good. It rained all day, which normally doesn't bother me, but right now seems to make me sadder. I went to church and asked in the office about "joys and concerns" which is where you announce things like deaths, and started crying as I was trying to explain, and couldn't stop for a while. I guess there was a misunderstanding, as I just meant to ask when the next one was going to be (they don't have them every week anymore), but instead they arranged a special one for me. It was a nice thought, anyway. But I spent much of the rest of the day feeling sad. Except we had a great lunch at a Chinese restaurant we'd been meaning to try and I had Cantonese Duck and it was great, and made me feel better for a while.
Today, also not so good. I forgot to take a hanky to work so of course today was the day I felt like crying. I did manage to make a couple more illustrations for the revised version of the article. (Did I mention Nature ended up rejecting it? But Nature gets hundreds of submissions and only prints a few, so I wasn't too bothered by that.) So I'm not actually behind. A couple of times the boss tried to get me to do extra stuff. I find I'm getting good results by saying "I can do that. Would you like me to do it before, or after, I finish the pictures?" There's only one of me and I can only work on one thing at a time. Then I went home and cried on Kip's shoulder for a while and ate egg rolls and slept a couple of hours before I had to get up and deal with the peaches. I'd intended to dry them over the weekend, but they were hard like little baseballs and I wanted to give them some time to ripen; it makes for better dried peaches.
By midnight I had sliced and peeled a dehydrator load of peaches. Then I tried to call my Dad and my brother (it being only 9:00 where they are). But nobody was home. Pout. Pout, pout pout. I wanted somebody to cheer me up and tell me funny stories.
Sunday, not so good. It rained all day, which normally doesn't bother me, but right now seems to make me sadder. I went to church and asked in the office about "joys and concerns" which is where you announce things like deaths, and started crying as I was trying to explain, and couldn't stop for a while. I guess there was a misunderstanding, as I just meant to ask when the next one was going to be (they don't have them every week anymore), but instead they arranged a special one for me. It was a nice thought, anyway. But I spent much of the rest of the day feeling sad. Except we had a great lunch at a Chinese restaurant we'd been meaning to try and I had Cantonese Duck and it was great, and made me feel better for a while.
Today, also not so good. I forgot to take a hanky to work so of course today was the day I felt like crying. I did manage to make a couple more illustrations for the revised version of the article. (Did I mention Nature ended up rejecting it? But Nature gets hundreds of submissions and only prints a few, so I wasn't too bothered by that.) So I'm not actually behind. A couple of times the boss tried to get me to do extra stuff. I find I'm getting good results by saying "I can do that. Would you like me to do it before, or after, I finish the pictures?" There's only one of me and I can only work on one thing at a time. Then I went home and cried on Kip's shoulder for a while and ate egg rolls and slept a couple of hours before I had to get up and deal with the peaches. I'd intended to dry them over the weekend, but they were hard like little baseballs and I wanted to give them some time to ripen; it makes for better dried peaches.
By midnight I had sliced and peeled a dehydrator load of peaches. Then I tried to call my Dad and my brother (it being only 9:00 where they are). But nobody was home. Pout. Pout, pout pout. I wanted somebody to cheer me up and tell me funny stories.
