Schreiber

- My Grandma just checked into the Christian Science nursing home in Boston. So...prayers for her, Grandpa, Mom, and everyone else involved are appreciated. I mean, Grandma's a tough old bird from a tough old family, and it's some sort of circulation problem (or something) which for anyone who believed in modern medicine* would be no problem, so she might surprise us all by emerging in a week fit as ever.
On the other hand, people do not normally emerge from the Christian Science nursing home.

- Whoa. Didn't mean for this post to be so heavy on the gloom. Today I was supposed to be reorganizing my syllabus; but once I finally dragged my lazy ass into work, the afternoon mostly got eaten by all the OTHER bureaucratic details. Still, at least I dealt with THEM.

- Conversation while wearing my doctoral gown:
SOMEBODY'S CUTE ASSISTANT: So, are you going to a graduation today...?
ME: No, but...I figure if all of you have the right to wear weird clothes, then so do I.
SCA: You are going to fit right in here.
ftw.

- I also got the key to the new apartment today! So I guess we definitively have it, despite not having paid the security deposit or anything. I plan to start moving stuff over the day after tomorrow; I have spent part of this evening packing up the china.

- Meantime, I need to find a cider press. All the apples are in early this year, and I have collected all the sound windfalls from the tree in the quasi-park MECA leases.
Apples ftw.
I'll buy a capper as an early birthday present to myself.

* Heck, or in ancient, medieval, chinese, or any other version of medicine other than faith healing. Leaches might actually be a help in this case.

** On this occasion, there was also the important fact that wearing a doctoral gown sharply reduces the number of times people mistake you for a lost first-year.