“Suck it up, sugar” has been the mantra over here for the past few days as work, preparing for the upcoming two-week business trip, krewe business, change in weather, insomnia and (get a load of this) homework for the course I’m about to take converge towards Maitri Wants To Cry While In The Fetal Position.
My brain is one big paste of the physics of porous rocks, fluid mixing laws, Bayesian probability, Dutch train timetables and krewe invoices. On some days, the inner mother reminds me I should have stayed on the initial career path and not have asked pointed questions about the nature of seismic data, which sent me careening towards my current state of Still Learning. The continuation of education is in itself a wonderful and laudable thing, and the topic in question quite fascinating, but not for two weeks in December in dark and bone-chillingly-cold Den Haag right before Carnival hits the fan here at home. Aaah well, at least I’ll get to see Sinterklaas (who is said to have “passed through a rainbow with his boat” in 2006).
Lots of stories to tell including my own personal Seinfeld episode while aboard the flight home from Chicago after Thanksgiving.
Damn, is this your Mark Twain post? “The reports of Maitri Barbie’s death are greatly exaggerated. Her feet are permanently frozen in that high-heel position, however..”
Ah, but the Nature of Seismic Data is THE WAY!