I have a headache. And a burst vessel in my eye, which is not so lovely (and which I did not know about until a friend saw me at the school Carnival and said, "Why is your eyeball bleeding?")
I don't know if I'm exploding vessels because of the difficulties I've had making my travel plans to PhD city in the UK, or if it's from trying to read so much, or if it's from trying to (in fifteen minutes) make both a whale and Wonder Woman accessories out of paper before rushing to my son's school Carnival.
As for PhD City, I had planned to take the trains to-and-from London (after flying to London) the Sundays that will bookend my week in said PhD City. Turns out the train schedules suck on Sundays, so I had to shave a day off each end of my week in PhD City, pinching my time there. So now I will have a full day in London, but it will be on Sunday, and the British Library is closed on Sundays I think.
As for the reading, I haven't done enough of that because I get distracted by blogs and politics, which also could my making my eyes bleed.
As for the Carnival, I volunteered at the Bear Pick Pocket game for my son's class. He liked the fishing pole game best. They closed the Bounce House line two kids in front of us (much to my Girl's--oh, I mean Wonder Woman's--dismay), and we ate cold spaghetti, brownies, lollipops, and popcorn.
And hubby is out of town, so, if I can manage to stay awake long enough, I plan to to watch a chick flick that I got from Netflix while I have my nightly dose port and chocolate.
Variety is, indeed, the spice of life.
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Maybe it's all of those things plus blogs and politics. In any case, I hope that (1) the travel plans are sorted out and the travel itself is fabulous and (2) your eyes stop bleeding immediately. Sending you healing vibes.
I also loved the fishing pole game the best, in my far away youth.
And there must be something in the air- the wife had some crazy allergic reaction and bags of aqueous goo jettisoned from her socket the other night.
They receded, but it still looks like I socked her one for putting too much sugar in my coffee.
Thanks for the good vibes, penelope! I'm still trying to sort out the hotel stays. I've e-mailed some change requests to hotels but have not heard back. I guess I'll be making some overseas calls. Think I'll get one of those international calling cards. Then hubby can use it to call me on the hotel landline when I'm over there.
Baxie, a question: how much sugar is in a lump? Do you know?
And I'm sorry about Erin's eye. But I'm glad she didn't get asthmatic. Goo is better than asthma. Yes?
Oh, And I saw your niece and sister-and-law this morning at the dance studio. D's class was right after my girl's.
I've always assumed 1 lump = 1 tsp, but I don't remember my source. Granny maybe? She was an alkie, so maybe we should measure one.
the tiner hasn't had a serious asthma attack in years, thanks to the glories of Advair.
All hail Glaxo Smith Kline, our alien overlord!
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