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I can see it, and it doesn't sound like a train.
Only one major snafu at the conference today, and I think I covered it fine. Of course there are always the minor annoyances, but you can't let those bother you or you'll wind up in a corner, biting your knees.
A couple people were very kind with their compliments about the level of organization for this conference. That was nice. Someone else pulled out the Claudia Black comparison, which I hadn't heard in a long time. That was nice, too, on a very different level.
I teared up a bit getting James Morrow's autographs. He was very patient signing my six books. I think there was one person who had more than I did, but he had multiple copies of things, which I always think is a little sleazy. Mr. Morrow took the time to write something specific about each book. For Towing Jehovah: "To Lydia, who would never leave God unburied" which I find delightfully vague and open to at least two wildly divergent interpretations. I told him that Only Begotten Daughter had a major impact on me when I read it in my early 20s. Perhaps I actually used the words "changed my life." *cough* Which it did, but in ways I didn't realize until much later. In it, he wrote: "For Lydia, who understands. Best Wishes, James Morrow (who was happy to change your life)"
I put in nearly eight hours today, which is...fine. I wish I'd thought to get approval for the time from our department chair. I don't know if it'll work to claim the time retroactively. Even if she did approve it. It's not like I'd get paid for it, but the comp time would be nice.
I got home at 4:30, ate lunch, lay down on the couch, and woke up at 6:10. My brain still feels sluggish, but my body is nice and rested. Yay? An annoying combination. I wish I had a working car right now, so I could run some errands. I suppose I should do laundry instead.
Only one major snafu at the conference today, and I think I covered it fine. Of course there are always the minor annoyances, but you can't let those bother you or you'll wind up in a corner, biting your knees.
A couple people were very kind with their compliments about the level of organization for this conference. That was nice. Someone else pulled out the Claudia Black comparison, which I hadn't heard in a long time. That was nice, too, on a very different level.
I teared up a bit getting James Morrow's autographs. He was very patient signing my six books. I think there was one person who had more than I did, but he had multiple copies of things, which I always think is a little sleazy. Mr. Morrow took the time to write something specific about each book. For Towing Jehovah: "To Lydia, who would never leave God unburied" which I find delightfully vague and open to at least two wildly divergent interpretations. I told him that Only Begotten Daughter had a major impact on me when I read it in my early 20s. Perhaps I actually used the words "changed my life." *cough* Which it did, but in ways I didn't realize until much later. In it, he wrote: "For Lydia, who understands. Best Wishes, James Morrow (who was happy to change your life)"
I put in nearly eight hours today, which is...fine. I wish I'd thought to get approval for the time from our department chair. I don't know if it'll work to claim the time retroactively. Even if she did approve it. It's not like I'd get paid for it, but the comp time would be nice.
I got home at 4:30, ate lunch, lay down on the couch, and woke up at 6:10. My brain still feels sluggish, but my body is nice and rested. Yay? An annoying combination. I wish I had a working car right now, so I could run some errands. I suppose I should do laundry instead.