Morning reading: At once tiny and huge: what is this feeling we call ‘sublime’?

It’s one of those days where I’m just going to have Ghost’s discography on repeat.

Plans for today:

  • process emails
  • work on the Greek paper
  • break to catch up on last week’s Watchmen
  • continue working on the Greek paper (ideally finishing a first draft)
  • watch ep. 3 of His Dark Materials
  • leftovers for dinner
  • a bit of Latin review
  • sleep

The pizza place is playing Dance Macabre in the background as I sip my beer and read Trail of Lightning. A good way to start the break.

Settling in with some tea for a long day of making progress on all of these final papers. See you on the other side.

Sometimes it’s good to take a break and sit in a library, listen to some jazz, and read a bit of poetry.

I had some strange dreams last night.

A nice cool misty morning.

Today I have a meeting, then another (longer) meeting, then a three-hour seminar, and then it’ll be time to make dinner.

Grad school is exhausting.

I’ve hit that dangerous but wonderful point in my current book where all that I want to do is curl in a chair and read until I’m done.

Making some lentil soup!

Slept for about 10 hours last night and took myself out to breakfast. Sometimes it’s good to have a slower start to the day.

Almost time for Terminator: Dark Fate.

Another day, more emails to be sent asking for funding.

At my current rate, I’m going to have to set aside an entire week of winter break to catch up on all of the articles and stories that I want to read.

Looking forward to it!

Today is a day for curling up with tea and several books.

I have the tea, but I’m going to have to wait a while for the books.

Abstract submitted!

I’ve actually slept a good amount for the past three nights, and it’s paying off.

Hello Austin.

The most recent issue of the Red Hand Files offers some fascinating food for thought, and the last paragraph moved me to tears:

Some mornings, it can be immensely helpful to sleep an extra 45 minutes, throw on sweatpants, make a pot of coffee, and spend a few hours pouring over the Oedipus Rex.

This morning’s poem, courtesy of Poem-a-Day.

Texas fall weather is always a wild ride.

Well, hello there unexpected thunderstorm.

I am feeling a sudden (and inconveniently-timed) urge to re-watch The Princess Bride and re-read The Tombs of Atuan