Traveling Ph.D.

Five days. That’s it took for my left eye to start randomly twitching.
Seven days. That’s all it took for the insomnia to kick in.
Eight days. That’s when I needed a G&T after work.

In this time: lost paperwork, students who self-advised themselves into a problem, three classes with low enrollment, an annoying colleague.

The good news: The students in my methods class seem pretty okay about our service learning project, I managed to get someone to buy me a camera so I can tape some lectures, and I avoided paying to park my car in the pay lot.

Welcome back from sabbatical, T, Ph.D.

It’s hot. And WordPress hates the browser on my new computer. Seriously, it ate my original post. Blah.

Hello … is there anybody out there?

Taps on screen …

Has the social media revolution ended or something? Feeling a bit lonely here.

Subtitle: The Good, The Bad, The Ugly – Exam Week Edition

The Good: This week is the first week in a long, long time where I haven’t been buried in a blur of meetings. I have actually been able to cross lots and lots of stuff off my to-do list. I’ve had time to go hide in the library and do research reading. Heck, I’ve already knocked off two books this week and am deep into a third one. I have a little time to run over to Louisville to visit a friend – and I’m even going to bake her birthday cake (shhh!!!). I took some time out of my schedule to have a leisurely lunch with the Awesome Mentee and got a tour of her new digs over in the renovated Business building. All in all, this is the kind of week that reinforces my happy feelings about working in academia.

Where Indiana meets Kentucky
Can you say holy crap?

The Bad: What is going on with this freaky flooding? The Coach has been out of school since Monday because the roads are impassable in his county. According to the principal, the flood waters are already up to the second and third base on the high school’s baseball field – and the Green River hasn’t crested yet. It’s looking like my hubby might not be going back to work until next week at the earliest. On the upside, he has been my personal slave all week.

The Ugly: My garden is mud. My corn seeds rotted in their plugs. The eggplant never came up. Seriously, I am about to give up on having a garden this year. And don’t even get me started about the fact that all of the rain and wind damaged one of the gutters on my house. {Sigh}

I am guilty of blog neglect. I apologize. This semester is kinda’ kicking my ass. I haven’t even had a chance to write about my marvelous trip to Berlin to see TQE. I will, eventually. I promise.

But first, I just have to survive until the end of the semester.

Only five weeks and one day to go.

… the wife worked her tail off: cleaned the clutter off the dining room table; did the dishes; wiped down the cabinets; did the laundry; took the comforter to the laundromat; sorted the recycling; cleaned off the top of the dryer; picked up all the used dryer sheets that The Coach had shoved between the washer and dryer; made Spanish Rice; made pesto | tomato | onion | garlic | spinach | feta pizza; took the cat to the vet; pilled six out of eight animals (and i have the war wounds to prove it); and spent numerous — and I do mean numerous — hours begging | pleading | bribing the evil puppy to come inside.

… the wife will play: went to see Sucker Punch* with my friend, the English professor who loves all things steampunk and her hubby; ate Indian food with my friend and her hubby; spent another $75 at the Borders close-out sale.

I guess it’s a good thing that The Coach comes home tonight. I need him to carry up the towering bucket of clean clothes.

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