I've had myself a wee bit of a vacation, and now I need to kick myself in the ass and get back to work. I did manage to get my comps list whittled down to exactly 200 readings (which includes specific chapters of edited and single-authored volumes alike), and I got a paper topic approved for a class I took last semester. I didn't actually write that paper, which I'd hoped to do.
I did, however, have a fantastic, fun-filled day with the girls--
prosicated and our young Canadian friend--getting my ear pierced and shopping for clothes and other necessities. I spent the weekend in Maine skiing with bunches of grad students--well, technically, I was mostly skiing by myself, to the point that I developed a slight reputation as a loner. But, hell, I ended early on Saturday, drove back to the house, and had the hot tub all to myself for a full hour. I was rested and limber enough for a full day of skiing on Sunday after that. Antisocial be damned. Add a couple of dates into the week, and it really was a vacation.
But it's 11:20 on Monday, and I've yet to do anything but compile my final comps list into a single Word file. (Almost, almost final--I still need to substitute one reading, but I'm waiting to hear from my advisor, who is giving a talk in Chicago and unavailable.) I guess I'd better stop blogging.
I did, however, have a fantastic, fun-filled day with the girls--
But it's 11:20 on Monday, and I've yet to do anything but compile my final comps list into a single Word file. (Almost, almost final--I still need to substitute one reading, but I'm waiting to hear from my advisor, who is giving a talk in Chicago and unavailable.) I guess I'd better stop blogging.
