Go Places.

It has been a tortuously busy week, one during which I've had scads of appointments/meetings/obligations/usw., but during which I have gotten little actual work done. Tonight, I had a three hour meeting with the English Conference Committee. I'm not complaining about the three hours - we needed all of the time to rearrange panels, assign moderators, and such - but am lamenting my posture in that restaurant booth: I think I undid all of today's chiropractic therapy. I've hardly worked on my thesis at all (though I met with my adviser on Wednesday: does that count?), and now, instead of doing real work, I'm researching destinations for an upcoming trip Eric and I are planning. We're arranging a weekend getaway for my birthday/his birthday/our 2-year anniversary, which three dates fall within one week of each other. The potential destinations are:

1) Nantucket
2) Bar Harbor
3) Niagara Falls
4) Montreal

My personal favorite is Montreal(!) I mean, come on: Montreal. Right? He's pulling for Nantucket. In the interest of fairness, we've each chosen two destinations (he the former, I the latter) and are going to prepare presentations (handouts & all) on our locales of choice. !. If I knew how to use PowerPoint - or cared to learn - I would totally make a PowerPoint. In fact, I just might. After all, this thesis is practically editing itself.

News flash, y'all: this birthday is the big 2-5.

News flash 2: If I could make an unsolicited recommendation to any and all readers: Pilates will change your life. But who am I to talk? I've been to the gym once this week...

I'm a little disappointed that I didn't have more chances to wear the camel coat I bought this late-winter (February?). So, the obvious perk of buying a coat at the end of the season is that it is cheaper than usual(!), but the downside (which I have so often forgotten/continue to forget) is that there's not much coat season left. It was pretty cold this morning - 30 - and instead of reaching for the camel coat, I wore the black wool one. Not bad, not bad, since I'm wearing an all-black outfit [clarinet], but my recognition of the dwindling winter makes me sad to think of waiting til next fall to wear the camel.

"Dwindling" is a word I use a lot lately.

I should be making copies for workshop right now, but instead I'm cruising the internetz. Also, I should be reading No Country For Old Men for my Contemporary Fiction class, but I am cruising the internetz. I'm not sure I like No Country. The only other McCarthy I've read is Blood Meridian (and that was two years ago now), and that seemed more intricately crafted than this. Though I have to say, McCarthy does an excellent job of describing guns.