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.