Sunday Funnies

Dashed Hopes

Back at the beginning of summer, I had high hopes. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I'd finish my doctoral studies in time to have a week or two to do nothing but read for pleasure before I had to start preparing for Fall classes. One whole week to put chores and responsibilities on hold while I curled up in a comfortable spot and read, read, read. Not too much to ask, I thought.

Well, that didn't happen. My neglected house needed cleaning. The farm bookkeeping had to be done. So far this year the house had received only a lick and a promise, and the extent of my bookkeeping had been to pay the bills on time and keep the checkbook caught up enough to know that I wasn't writing a hot check.

I guess there's always next summer. *Sigh*

Ta Da!

I submitted a complete, finished draft of my dissertation yesterday. And what did I do to celebrate?

I cleaned house to the accompaniment of Miles Davis and John Coltrane.

So, now you're wondering what I'm going to do to celebrate after the defense?

Well, for one thing, I'm going to have a ceremonial note card burning. Any other suggestions?