Delicious Minutiae

Today is starting slow and groggy for me.  E is an early riser and even he crawled in bed with me and fell back to sleep until 9:30am.  9:30am?!?!  N is late for Physics!  Curses!

So I boogied down the hallway and burst into N’s room.  Then I stopped.  Is it at 9:30 or 10am today?  The first of two different Physics classes on Wednesday start at a different time than the one on Tuesday.  Every. Single. Week. I have to check.

“N!  It’s time to wake up!  Physics at 9:30 and it’s 9:30!  Or it might be at 10…either way, get up!”  He loves these classes, so ejected from his bed, jumped into his clothes (all soft, no tags) and was halfway down the stairs in less than a minute.  Usually he’ll moan and roll around like a…hmm…I don’t know what like.  Like an 8 year-old who doesn’t want to get out of bed?  A beached marine animal?  A sinking ocean liner?  None of these are pretty pictures, to say the least.  If the wake-up is on his terms though he’s as fresh and energetic as can be.

So, back to my grogginess.  It’s all about me, remember?

I just realized I don’t actually have anything to say, so I’ll share a favorite blog of poetry: Dissertation Haiku.  Who needs 200 pages when it can be distilled into a clever 5-7-5 syllabic bite?  If I set the link correctly, this one should be about microbiology.  Here and here are haikus on process.  Discuss amongst yourselves.

E is now in the sunroom painting with watercolors.  His canvas is three huge pieces of thick paper taped together and takes up 25% of the table (with the leaf in).  He’s painting about his birthday and singing a stream of consciousness song with the word “hoo-ha” very generously sprinkled throughout, perhaps a nod to the birthday painting.

I guess the joke is on him…  He was a C-section!

I fear that was inappropriate.

Moving on: The good news is I don’t feel groggy anymore.  Next up:  MRU starts in a quarter hour.  We’ll be there in an hour.