Well, I took the privilege of being one of those "blessed tenured souls" I talked about with envy back in early 2003, and went home early on Friday (after my last class finished at noon). I spent six hours cleaning house. (This was the big serious once a year clean; usually I can do the good-enough-for-me clean in 2 hours or less). Cleaned the fridge (a task I hate so much I usually procrastinate on it until someone is coming who may actually see the inside of my fridge).

Now my house is clean though. I think it should stay that way - save for sweeping up leaves and such that get tracked in, and maybe wiping down the kitchen floor again if I spill while cooking - until my parents get here for Thanksgiving next week.

Spent the later evening relaxing on the sofa. Watched "Numbers" (again, I REFUSE to use the stupid trendly "look, we know what leetspeek is!" spelling). Cheered a bit when Charley was going through the angst of having his life's work taken apart by that guy (who WAS that? I am sure I recognized him. Was he one of the Kids in the Hall?). Sat there going "but you're finding killers and all that, don't feel bad that you're not publishing big fancy things on set theory!" (okay, okay. Charlie Eppes is sort of my tv boyfriend*. I have a thing for guys who can at least act smart. And I understand SOME of the math they talk about, though not enough to be able to point at the television and laugh triumphantly when they get something wrong, like I do with some of the shows that talk about biology). Okay, I'm kind of a math geek. I like math, okay. I especially like it when the beautiful theories can be applied to some real situation and they still work.

But then they had to go and ruin the whole thing and make me feel less sympathetic by tying things all up in a nice neat package at the end of the hour. That was kind of stupid. Let the guy feel all doubty for more than one week, okay? That's a little more true to how academics actually function.

(*Adam Savage is also sort of my tv boyfriend but only because of the way he laughs when he blows stuff up. And because he said "I reject your reality and substitute my own." I still love that line.).

Anyway. Sat in my nice clean house and relaxed. I don't go in for all that feng shue (ugh - spelling?) stuff about energy and prosperity corners and all that woo-woo stuff, but I do think there's something psychologically good about getting all the expired food out of the fridge and all the envelopes from the bills you paid last week and all that out of the house.

Saturday I went and picked up the Paris Flea Market quilt that I had quilted; I'm debating making the binding on that today. I'm also almost done with both the second pair of my mom's Christmas gift socks (which I really want to finish before next week as they will have to be tucked away somewhere when she's visiting). I also have another quilt I'm putting together but I don't know if I'm going to be able to get it quilted for me or not - the fabrics are winter themed and are "glittery," they are all quite heavily encrusted with silver glitter stuff (I didn't realize that when I mailordered them). They're pretty but I don't want to break the lady's machine with a crusty glitter quilt. So I might just tie it instead. (Because I'll be blessed if I'll HAND quilt something with that much glitter).

Monday is going to be heck on wheels - my two regular classes, plus a thankless committee meeting, plus my evening class, plus an evening meeting. At least I give an exam in one class which means I can grade or follow New Rule during that time. (Although, I think on days as busy as that - when I don't have more than 50 minutes to myself - I think I can be justified in suspending New Rule).

If I get anything finished this afternoon, there may be pictures.