Today was one of those days in Indiana that makes up for the fact that
the roads routinely are sheets of ice and the temperature has been
known to change 40 or more degrees in day.

It snowed over the weekend and there was enough snow on the ground to
coat almost everything and to leave a tracery of white on all the
trees. It was foggy as all get out this morning and so the sky was
white as well. Everything looked like a black and white Ansel Adams
print. And dammit, even on 26 hours straight (discounting that wee nap
Sunday night), everything looked damn good. I could have wandered out
into the middle of the fields and just looked at everything for hours.

Well, except for the fact that it was 12 degrees out.

Kitties 2 – 5 (can you tell I had to wake up 2, 3 and 4? not that they would even OPEN their eyes):

Possum

Sou Sari

Zane Grey

Buffy the Ankle Slayer

The first of five kitties at my house:

Boots

Says my sib Karen during random conversation today:

“Look! I shaved my ankles!”
*but certainly not the rest of her legs*
It certainly struck me as funny at the time, but I am not finding it as funny as I type it….

First
Interview today for possible lab position
that is a positive thing.

Second
Bad grad school applications. Very very very bad. Everything is done
except one letter of recommendation. I cannot FIND the man who said he
would send them out on the 12th of January. Today is the 26th. That is
two weeks. I rather doubt that they’re in transit. Growl. So now,
emergency measures. Trying to find a backup letter writer. Oh…my
backup letter writer is out of the office and can only be reached via
email. I am hoping that I can get ahold of her by Monday. When this
letter is due.

This is crap.

*****

Not only is my backup out of the office, she’s out of the country.
Ugh.
Backup #2?
Fuck.

Normally, I have at least one song stuck in my head all night long.
Usually, I don’t mind as it helps pass the night, especially from about 4am to quitting time.

However.
I have had the same damn country song in my head for nearly 2 weeks straight.

And not just at work.

At home.
In my bed.
Allllll the times when I’m not asleep, it’s running through my brain.

It wouldn’t be so bad, except that I’m starting to think how applicable
it is to my own life….and that is when I KNOW I’m in trouble.

I’m just going to blame it on my hormones.

My newest cross-stitch pattern. Just started it yesterday.

I’m figuring on a completion date of approximately 2007.

I think I have a need for these:

Note to self:

Next time I forget my tennis shoes when I leave for date-time on
Saturday evening, no matter how good of a time I am having Sunday
evening doing date-y things, I should leave earlier to get to my house
and get tennis shoes because working for 8 hours in my very stylish yet
affordable black shit-kicking boots is a BAD IDEA.

Ow.

I think I might be a comma or two short in that run-on sentence.

All PhD application materials that I have control over are now submitted.
Now comes the waiting.

I hate waiting.

I am so not a patient person.

Cross some fingers for me, yo.