That vague sense of foreboding
Jan. 31st, 2014 10:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rebeccmeisterThe days where one's brain/emotions aren't completely synced up with one's thoughts get frustrating sometimes. Today's one of those days where I have a sense of foreboding about a couple of things, but on a cognitive level I just know I need to declare, "Buck up, Bucky!" and plug away at the things I can take care of. It doesn't help to have insomnia piled on top of it all. Last night, my brain wanted me to remember:
-Change out the front tire and seat on Froinlavin as soon as I get up (done)
-Make sure to have food for the brevet on Saturday (no, self, I won't starve this time, either - haven't starved yet on a brevet, now have I?)
-Keep cracking away at work on the leafcutter manuscript (problem is, a cricket manuscript is running mental interference at the moment)
-Read a whole bunch of papers related to a facet of the cricket work
-Vacuum the house
-Go back to the bike shop for more replacement parts
-Make sure finances are in order
-How much I miss![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scrottie when he's in AZ and I'm in Texas.
-Buy groceries on Sunday
In the midst of it all, I'm still in the process of reaching peace with myself about solo long-distance riding. One of the people I'd hoped to convince to complete at least the 300k had to back out. I was prepared for the idea of having to ride the 400k and 600k, and eventually Paris-Brest-Paris alone, but this is making for a bit of a last-minute scramble, as the brevet is on Saturday. Vehicular transit to Brookshire is still the logistical weak spot.
I'm also finding it hard to tune out stuff about other people reaching life landmarks (gettin' married and having babies, specifically). I have to be able to tune it out, on some level, to be able to concentrate on the interesting sciencey stuff that's in front of me, because I can feel that September funding deadline looming. When all else fails, my short term goal is still to publish as much of the work that I've done as I can. It needs to get out because it's interesting work, and if it doesn't get out in its present form, I can't see it turning into a monograph down the road. It's more likely to wind up in a big closet, where it will eventually mildew and rot to nothing.
Um, happy Friday?
-Change out the front tire and seat on Froinlavin as soon as I get up (done)
-Make sure to have food for the brevet on Saturday (no, self, I won't starve this time, either - haven't starved yet on a brevet, now have I?)
-Keep cracking away at work on the leafcutter manuscript (problem is, a cricket manuscript is running mental interference at the moment)
-Read a whole bunch of papers related to a facet of the cricket work
-Vacuum the house
-Go back to the bike shop for more replacement parts
-Make sure finances are in order
-How much I miss
scrottie when he's in AZ and I'm in Texas.-Buy groceries on Sunday
In the midst of it all, I'm still in the process of reaching peace with myself about solo long-distance riding. One of the people I'd hoped to convince to complete at least the 300k had to back out. I was prepared for the idea of having to ride the 400k and 600k, and eventually Paris-Brest-Paris alone, but this is making for a bit of a last-minute scramble, as the brevet is on Saturday. Vehicular transit to Brookshire is still the logistical weak spot.
I'm also finding it hard to tune out stuff about other people reaching life landmarks (gettin' married and having babies, specifically). I have to be able to tune it out, on some level, to be able to concentrate on the interesting sciencey stuff that's in front of me, because I can feel that September funding deadline looming. When all else fails, my short term goal is still to publish as much of the work that I've done as I can. It needs to get out because it's interesting work, and if it doesn't get out in its present form, I can't see it turning into a monograph down the road. It's more likely to wind up in a big closet, where it will eventually mildew and rot to nothing.
Um, happy Friday?
