Apparently they closed the closest cross-street to me yesterday afternoon because it flooded. (I had had to go to the post office, so I came home by another way, and I guess I missed the barricades).
Also, unfortunately, a young teenager drowned in a culvert here. She and her friends were playing around the culvert and she got pulled in.
I walked up to the campus building from my car today and suddenly found myself thinking of Hawaii. You know how they say that the scent-recognition center of our brain is close to the long-term memory section, or something, and some scents conjure up memories? Yeah, I guess the wet, wet-vegetation, and incipient-mold smells made me think of the time I spent on the Big Island nearly 20 years ago. It rained pretty much every day, usually in the afternoon.
So I'm in this morning, with the lofty goal of finishing writing a manuscript and starting to analyze the summer samples. I hope I can force myself to make that happen; I have to leave for the conference in 20 days and I really need a finished poster and hopefully a finished manuscript.
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Still no e-mail access. I'm waiting a bit to call and harass them yet again. At least this time I have a ticket number. Still, it bugs me that I get a different explanation - and contradictory explanations - every time I call.
And I'm kind of rejecting the Hotmail or whatever workaround - because, dangit, I pay for webmail access as part of my monthly internet fee. I shouldn't willingly accept less than I pay for just because there are a couple idiots in that company.
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