Much to my dismay.
Tomorrow I have stuff to do. May I get it done before I leave.
At least the house will have heat. Or it had better.
The bedroom is clean. Clean to the point of being freshly mopped, even. It is truly amazing, thanks to Jess and saveau who went way above and beyond the call.
Barb has unfortunately dposited some of her stuff back in the room. It's a small thing, but it is a territorial issue that I need to address. It verifies for me that indeed the Room Where No One Walks needs to be excavated and turned back into a useful room. A guest room. Barb can then be a guest.
Received a nice compliment tonight from an unexpected direction. A couple of weeks ago, I was in Kansas City with some friends and a new couple I had just met. During the dinner conversation, the subject turned to visual representations of statistical data. The woman of the new couple was mentioning that she was having problems displaying the data visually, and was in need of a mathematician to help her figure it out. As it turns out, just by asking a couple of questions about what she was looking to represent, I was able to not only figure out her representation issues, I was able to tell her how to create the charts she needed in Excel.
I didn't think anything of it.
Turns out she was writing her doctoral dissertation, and I just cleared up a major issue for her.
She was also apparently impressed with my concise political analysis of the Iraq war. And had just come back from it.
I'm teetering on the brink of something. I don't know quite what yet.
Clean room and working boiler make for some feeling of accomplishment to redeem the week. I wish I could have been more social.
Not sure what I'm feeling overall.