11/24/06. In which our heroine watches through tired eyes as her dog begins to stand again.
11/27/06. In which our heroine, presented with grave news about a friend, questions the value of spending 70% of her waking hours working on research and obtaining a doctoral degree. She goes to hug her dog, still dizzy from vestibular disease.
11/28/06. In which our heronie's lower back is pleased to see the dog able to get up and down the stairs again.
12/6/06. In which our heroine walks along the beach of some exotic location after making only a mediocre presentation at a conference to a room full of male peers.
12/9/06. In which our heroine, pressured for time, edits an NSF proposal on an overnight flight from South America.
12/12/06. In which our heroine, buggy on cold medicine, sketches a blog post and prepares to head west for Oregon. Despite the piles of work and sinus congestion, she smiles inwardly knowing she'll be visiting beloved friends and family very soon.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
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