It’s been quite a week of me staying up past my bedtime. Tuesday I gave a talk up in Escondido and did not get home until late-for-me. Wednesday was the Academy’s holiday party, and tonight is my office’s holiday party.

Highlights

  1. The party on Wednesday was a bonfire on the beach in Coronado. I ask: “Too soon?” Of course, Coronado is almost entirely surrounded by water, and beaches tend not to catch on fire. Also, the fire was pretty small, even by fire-on-the-beach standards.

  2. I put the clothes that I wore on Wednesday evening in my laundry basket. Sophie took a nap in the laundry basket and then came to sit on my lap. She smelled like she had been smoking. It’s not clear to me which cat would be more likely to be a smoker. Sophie is more uptight. Gwen is anorexic.

  3. It is a good thing that I am an early riser. (Although, this morning I was able to sleep in until 5am, waking up after having some sort of weird academic anxiety dream in which I had to go to UCSD to get my advisor’s signature for some sort of meaningless academic formality.) Our end-of-year party is tonight in La Jolla, and it starts at 7pm. The office is Rancho Bernardo, and I live in North Park. So I need to go home and change and then get to La Jolla. Will there be traffic? Of course there will be traffic. But since I got to the office before 7am, I am going to leave early and miss some of the traffic.

  4. I had accidentally skipped two doses (Wednesday evening and Thursday morning) of a medication that I had recently started taking again (after being off it for a few months), but then I took my doses for last night and this morning. The internet says one should “avoid or limit the use of alcohol” while taking this medication. I’m thinking that maybe I should have just stayed off it until after the holiday party. Some time in the next few hours I need to decide if I will forgo the free drinks and drive myself to the party or whether I should get a ride and go with the internet’s advice of “limit” (rather than “avoid”). NB: One of my neurologists refers to my dose as “pediatric,” and he said that he would be surprised if this medication was actually doing anything at all for me at such a low dose.

  5. Do I even have anything to wear? I’m betting there is something in my closet that will work. It’s days like today when I wish I owned a tiara.