Today was like one of those fly dreamsNot that I have an AK. But Monday was a good day. So, even though I can't sleep, it's a content sort of insomnia, I suppose.
Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams...
Today I didn't even have to use my a.k.
I got to say it was a good day.
I spent Monday in the library and was really productive. My chapter is all over the place, but I was able to slash and move and consolidate so I have a clearer idea of what I'm trying to do.
My nephew had a number of As and Bs in his progress folder. We agreed on a place for dinner without the kids killing each other (Sis is out of town). I cleaned the stove and the kids helped vacuum. And my son brought home this:
And... one day this week, elle, who likes to envision this blog as (at least partly :-) academic, will post about her dissertation, seeking your insight and wisdom. Shocking, I know. In the interim, read up on unionization and the South and black women and right to work laws and unions' exclusionary practices (yeah, right, huh?). I have this absolutely exciting thesis (not wholly original) about what unions failed to realize when they were ignoring low-wage industries with high proportions of workers from marginalized groups and what they're going to have to do to reach these workers.
I know. Contain your excitement.