My goals for this unedited portal:
As the title implies, I mean to vent/gab/wax philosophical on three topics nearest and dearest to my heart - work, fiber arts and dog. This by no means limits my subject choices to just this, but it serves as a launching off point for all things ME.
Work is, well, work. I have been stymied the last two days in my purification. The column I am using has unexpectedly started to act up. No one to whom I describe the symptoms can diagnose what is wrong. This means that I am in a bit of a foul mood as I try to rectify this. Meanwhile, protein is wasting away, awaiting further purification steps that I cannot yet get to b/c of aforementioned column issues.
Add to my latest bit of foul mood my insomnia. This week it has been particularly difficult to get to sleep before 2. Insomniacs last night were treated to a wonderful show of tennis in the Agassi-Blake q-final at the USOpen. Holy cow, those two guys battled like gladiators to the death, neither relenting. They each raised the level of play of the other, and it was spectacular. Got the adrenaline pumping.
I opted not to knit last night, giving myself a break for an evening. Queen Barkms and I got together yesterday afternoon to divide veggies from the CSA, and afterwards got into one of our 'What's it all for?' conversations. Protein issues plus wide-eyed newbies plus insufferable elder grad students that still don't know their asses from their pipet tips plus insomnia plus what have you have gotten me into this funk which then manifests itself in the life defining question - do I really want to do this for the rest of my life? There, I wrote it. Up 'til now, only QB and my therapist have knowledge of that question. So I gave myself this night off from knitting.
But not from taking pictures of my dog. Here is another cutie with her silly ears and all.
And another from the other day when she accompanied me to work:
Work is, well, work. I have been stymied the last two days in my purification. The column I am using has unexpectedly started to act up. No one to whom I describe the symptoms can diagnose what is wrong. This means that I am in a bit of a foul mood as I try to rectify this. Meanwhile, protein is wasting away, awaiting further purification steps that I cannot yet get to b/c of aforementioned column issues.
Add to my latest bit of foul mood my insomnia. This week it has been particularly difficult to get to sleep before 2. Insomniacs last night were treated to a wonderful show of tennis in the Agassi-Blake q-final at the USOpen. Holy cow, those two guys battled like gladiators to the death, neither relenting. They each raised the level of play of the other, and it was spectacular. Got the adrenaline pumping.
I opted not to knit last night, giving myself a break for an evening. Queen Barkms and I got together yesterday afternoon to divide veggies from the CSA, and afterwards got into one of our 'What's it all for?' conversations. Protein issues plus wide-eyed newbies plus insufferable elder grad students that still don't know their asses from their pipet tips plus insomnia plus what have you have gotten me into this funk which then manifests itself in the life defining question - do I really want to do this for the rest of my life? There, I wrote it. Up 'til now, only QB and my therapist have knowledge of that question. So I gave myself this night off from knitting.
But not from taking pictures of my dog. Here is another cutie with her silly ears and all.
And another from the other day when she accompanied me to work:
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