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In which the moon rests within the wrong house
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008 07:53 pmSweet Baby Jane, what a day!
Woke up feeling pummeled and left for meatloaf by a series of unrecalled-but-disturbing dreams. Dragged my sorry carcass into work, where a goodly bunch of paperwork awaited my deft and healing touch. The posters which I had caused to be framed, yea classily, were hung this morning by the affable and very able Richard, and the hall is greatly improved. The stack of paperwork melted pretty quickly, but the furniture delivery, scheduled for eleven did not only not show at eleven, but the driver called from Pittsfield at 11:30 to say that he was on the way even then.
What with one thing and another, that meant I was late for the library's Last Tuesday Soup Party, which happens on -- wait for it -- the last Tuesday in January, but did eventually arrive and partake and have a general good time, arriving back in my office, settling to the dregs of my paperwork and chatting up![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kinzel on the IM when BOOM!! from outside my window and BOOM!! again.
There was then silence, and I had relaxed back into my work when:
BOOM!!BOOM!!
BOOM!!!!
rattled my window and my concentration.
I went downstairs and out into the front steps of the library, spied the group of students on the fourth floor of the math and chemistry building apparently throwing things off of that same balcony, went back inside and called my contact in math.
Not her kids, she thought. She transferred me to her ally in chemistry, who also thought it wasn't her kids, but would check.
Long story short, the children were having Fun With Dry Ice Bombs. It appeared, upon close questioning, that this project was...spontaneous, shall we say?
The chemistry contact shut them down, hard, and the campus passed the rest of the afternoon in peace. For which we were all duly thankful.
Progress on Longeye:
29196 / 100000 words.
29% done!
Woke up feeling pummeled and left for meatloaf by a series of unrecalled-but-disturbing dreams. Dragged my sorry carcass into work, where a goodly bunch of paperwork awaited my deft and healing touch. The posters which I had caused to be framed, yea classily, were hung this morning by the affable and very able Richard, and the hall is greatly improved. The stack of paperwork melted pretty quickly, but the furniture delivery, scheduled for eleven did not only not show at eleven, but the driver called from Pittsfield at 11:30 to say that he was on the way even then.
What with one thing and another, that meant I was late for the library's Last Tuesday Soup Party, which happens on -- wait for it -- the last Tuesday in January, but did eventually arrive and partake and have a general good time, arriving back in my office, settling to the dregs of my paperwork and chatting up
kinzel on the IM when BOOM!! from outside my window and BOOM!! again. There was then silence, and I had relaxed back into my work when:
BOOM!!!!
rattled my window and my concentration.
I went downstairs and out into the front steps of the library, spied the group of students on the fourth floor of the math and chemistry building apparently throwing things off of that same balcony, went back inside and called my contact in math.
Not her kids, she thought. She transferred me to her ally in chemistry, who also thought it wasn't her kids, but would check.
Long story short, the children were having Fun With Dry Ice Bombs. It appeared, upon close questioning, that this project was...spontaneous, shall we say?
The chemistry contact shut them down, hard, and the campus passed the rest of the afternoon in peace. For which we were all duly thankful.
Progress on Longeye:
29% done!
