And oh, Dick Francis died.
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm at work, and very bored. I need to prep to teach research to first-year biology students at 8AM tomorrow.
I am at work where I had a first row seat to a huge blow up that may result in someone not working here anymore and then I finished a paper on Marbury v. Madison and Dred Scott.
I am at home, and plan on spending the day cleaning. I've actually accomplished stuff already, which is nice.
Well, I finished upgrading to iTunes plus, and am now finishing up synching my work and home libraries; however, I'm not sure that really counts as productivity.
I'm preparing for a meeting and setting up Liv so she can play games on pbskids.org.
It's between Grover and Kermit for me. Grover earned a lot of childhood love from me for The Monster at the End of This Book. Also for "Over, Under, Around and Through."
I am at work and was hella productive. I am at lunch right now. Having a day and a half away from work kinda made me. I've piles and piles of stuff to get done, including giving boss an approximation of what percentage of time I spend on all of my tasks. (I suspect this is because we've been asked to cut our production tremendously).
I've decided why I am avoiding finishing the draft of this document--it sucks.
And oh, Dick Francis died.
Aww, man. That makes me sad.
I am at home after a very successful trip to the zoo with Dylan and our neighbors (whose son is one of Dylan's best friends).
Now my feet hurt because I need new boots. I think I shall send DH out for groceries while I lounge.