The Aerie
Well that's mostly done. Yesterday I finished my degree plan for my degree-planning class at the University of Minnesota. What with the procrastination surrounding actually getting any of the work done, plus the actual work itself, that is what ate most of my time for the month of November and completely pooched my chances at any significant run at National Novel Writing Month.
[Edit:] My daughter is conducting an art contest... enter now!
The only thing I have left to do is round up a faculty member to serve as my area specialist, faculty advisor, or whatever the role is called. This is a specialist who can look iat my program and make sure that what I claim is an Information Security Management degree actually qualifies as one.
I have a couple weeks to find some poor soul and cajole him or her into the job: despite having to turn in my program yesterday, it won't be reviewed for two weeks.
Meanwhile winter has arrived to smack us upside the head here in Minnesota: from 56 on Wednesday the temperature dropped to about 9 degrees overnight. Yesterday I returned to the house shortly after leaving to retrieve something that I (inevitably) forgot, and couldn't get in. The thumb-buttons on our new screen doors had frozen shut when condensation on the metal iced up. I had to free both of them by getting getting a rock, padding the button with my glove, and banging the button loose. This doesn't bode well for the long-term survival of these doors, I fear.
Likewise the trunk of my car was frozen shut this morning when I went to retrieve a box from within. Fortunately the car has those clever rear seats that fold down, and those were not frozen into place.
Today I have to catch up on work at my workplace, since I have let that totally slack off while I got my degree program finished. So of course I'm procrastinating by posting to my blog!
Today after work I'll be heading over to the Red Cross for an unusual weekday evening apheresis, then off to the Professor's for some Tekumel. Out of the house at 6:00 a.m., home at 11:30 p.m.
Bleah! Good thing I invented Dad and Kid days, or I'd have to explain to the police why my grown children thought I was a burglar coming in the door.
Posted by Albatross at November 30, 2006 8:10 AM | TrackBack