Hello everyone and welcome to the first post of the second decade of the third millennium. Sounds more dramatic that way, no? My Christmas break was an equal mix of sickness, snow, family time, relaxation, baking, eating, and sitting by…
Hello everyone and welcome to the first post of the second decade of the third millennium. Sounds more dramatic that way, no? My Christmas break was an equal mix of sickness, snow, family time, relaxation, baking, eating, and sitting by…
I’m sick. Of course this happens right before holiday vacation. Last night I got a full night of sleep but I was quite busy with dreams. This time I was running through an abandoned Italianate mansion, recently abandoned by its…
Baby Harbat is now officially old enough to get really excited about Christmas, presents, parties, cookies, and staying up late. This all culminated last night after a full day of all the aforementioned things. She woke up at 1:30 WIDE…
My four and a half hour test yesterday was a real brain drain and left me worn thin the rest of the day. Which is why I wasn’t so happy to come home and find, A)our old dishwasher sitting in…
I’ve got another professional exam tomorrow. This one involves, conservatively, ten thousand pages of details and codes, plus graphical vignettes to be solved. Mostly the studying has been fun, but it’s left precious little time for fun things, including blogging. …
I was up at 2 this morning, then again at 3. Not because I was so excited for Tuesday to start that I couldn’t sleep. Apparently, though, Baby Harbat was. She was cry-whining and when I went in to her…
Our lawn, that is. From the recent rains, all dormant seeds in our lawn have sprouted up. This has taken two days, an astonishing genesis of life from the dusty dirt of the lawn. I am pleased to see things…
It is the holiday season, which means you will be surrounded by food all day and night. In our office there’s a constant flow of sugary nom-noms to the kitchen table, given by clients and consultants. Because I run twice…
It is cold* here, finally. Since I’m an East Coast transplant, I expect biting winds and miserable conditions from October through March. Didn’t say I liked them, I just expect them. But when I’m in a t-shirt and shorts in…