I’m sitting at my desk at home, feeling the cold air blowing through the window, and watching the birds eat at the bird-feeder. I submitted the last of our grades yesterday, including one for a student who hasn’t attended class since October and who I am worried about. I am now dreading the release of my course evaluations. I am working on the interim report for our ADVANCE project, officially due to NSF on New Year’s Day but I’m desperately trying to get out the door before Christmas. I have just started the wheels in motion to hire another student on the ADVANCE project, and am waiting for some references for a post-doc applicant to get back to me. I’m trying to display a bunch of goals and comments from an ad-hoc research interest group last week into a coherent diagram, and send it to the attendees before the end of the day. I should also draft the rest of my two group abstracts and send those out. I’m watching the weather reports get increasingly dire, and worrying that we might not make it to Madison tomorrow. In fact, becoming resigned to not making it to Madison tomorrow. And it’s cold in front of the window, a constant reminder of our HORRENDOUS power bill last month (even though we have a geothermal furnace) and our EQUALLY HORRENDOUS insulation and air circulation.
I would SO rather be hanging with my family, all (except me and Steve) gathered together and engaged in Christmas preparations. They got the tree up on the weekend, my sister is making mincemeat and boiling the Christmas pud, and tomorrow they’ll all listen to the Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols together on the radio.
And I have to submit this damn report, in this cold house, and watch the snow fall.