And the beat goes on

I had the false impression, over these many, many years that if I ever successfully defended my dissertation the angels would sing, I would received enlightenment, and I would breath deeply and freely at least for a week or so.

With that milestone behind me, I can say that I smile a bit more but as for enlightenment and relaxation? Ha!

The boy is ill again. It was a fun trip the grocery store today; ask me about it in a few years, maybe then it will seem funny.

The workload has not diminished much. I'm making adjustments to my dissertation. I can't believe I care this much about the use of italic font or using the word "with" instead of "for". I think I'm trying to start a new job in just a few weeks. I'm not sure how that happened (or if it actually will). I'm lucky, in this economy, that there are some options on the table but I can't seem to quiet the beat for even a minute.

When he's not sick, E stays rather busy also. He runs, he plays, he talks on the phone, he read books. He reads books about being an astronaut. He reads books about being an astronaut while wearing bunny ears.