In answer to “the question”
Well, I did some O-fficial analysis late yesterday afternoon. Good Stuff, I tell you!
This was the analysis that I did after my advisor took me to Cold Stone Creamery! This would be a trip (walk) that we’d been talking about for several weeks, but never seemed to make time to do. So, we did. Even though it was kind of rainy and not so perfect. We finally decided that waiting for “time between experiments” and “good weather” to coincide was just not worth waiting for anymore. Over ice cream, I broached the topic of buying an airplane ticket to leave, my thoughts on when I wanted to make it for and related issues.
One consideration is that there is a conference that I really want to attend on October 7th, where I can kind of “kill two birds with one stone” by hearing about some work that is closely related to mine and meet with my outside thesis committee member (a.k.a. every thesis committee is required to have one person who is not at your University).
And *drum roll please* October 9th seems to be the target date.
Now, I say this with the caveat that the ticket isn’t purchased yet. But I think it is pretty solid.
3 weeks.
I can do three weeks.
HB can do three weeks.
Earlier this week, I didn’t think I could do three more weeks of being apart. I felt like I was on the verge of tears everytime I had a slow moment to think. So I tried to stop thinking. I built my little brick wall of distraction, and it did help some.
But right now, I’m on a data high, and three weeks sounds like a snap.
Demolition time! Don’t need that brick wall anymore.
Oh, and when I say a data high, I mean a HIGH.
My data yesterday feels like it is off the charts.
I feel like I’m really on a rollllllll.
Everyone now!
Roll out the barrel!
We’ll have a barrel of fun.
Roll out the barrel.
We’ve got the blues on the run.
Zing, boom, ca-rerr-ell,
sing out a song of good cheer!
Now’s the time to roll the barrel,
for the gang’s all here.
(Um, that is from memory, and if any part of it is wrong, well, you know the routine)
In the garden, in the garden, only happy people…
(Oh. The song’s over, you say? huh.)
*grin*