So this is my first February post.
I'm trying to walk to school a couple of times each week, for exercise and variety. It's not incredibly far, but it's not incredibly close. At some point I'll figure out what the approximate distance is. With the weather and temperature as it is, it's been something of an adventure recently. I get all bundled up, trying to expose a minimum of skin to the air. Sometimes I poke headphones into my ears under my hat, listening to some nice audiobook or another. I'm all sweaty and discomfited by the time I get to school, but it gets my blood moving. I'm not even too tired from it (after a short recovery time), until I reach the end of the day.
I thought about walking back from school, as my good friends the Armstrongs did, (they used to live the same place where I do now), but I decided it's much harder to force myself to do it at the end of the day than it is at the start.
On days when I walk, I wear long underwear. I looove long underwear. Not only does it keep my extra warm, but I feel like a super-hero. I go around wearing tights under my clothes. It's like a big secret I'm keeping from everybody else, that I'm wearing something extra under my pants.
Ok, enough about the long underwear.
Wednesdays are short days for me. As I was waiting for the bus to come and take me home about an hour ago, I remember thinking that compared to my walk this morning, or my wait for the bus last night at 6 PM, it felt downright balmy. I also remember, after waiting about half an hour for the bus to come, thinking that maybe it wasn't so very balmy after all. I should really take a look at the bus schedule.
Today was a pretty good day. (I can't figure out how to break up the next few sentences into paragraphs, so I will just break them up into events.)
I got a veeeery long night's sleep, starting from 8:30 last night, and I think it was even good.
I had a nice walk to school, although I think I should have worn a sweater under my jacket.
I had a totally empty office hour, where I got to read ahead in the book from the class for which I am grading. (That sentence would be one heck of a thing to diagram.)
I had a very nice class of Morse Theory, where I got to use all sorts of colored pens to draw a crazy picture in my notes. (It was a math picture, not something random.)
Then I spent a nervous hour waiting until my meeting with my advisor. This part was not fun. But then the meeting was fantastic. It was very gentle, and I was given two very neat papers to read. I really like my advisor. He's awesome.
Finally, a person I know agreed to let me do a favor for them. I didn't think this person liked me, and that may be true, but I don't think it is. I think I'm getting to make a new friend. It's very important to make new friends in grad school, because before too long you start losing friends to graduation, left and right. (Some of you reading this might be friends I have lost to graduation. Shame on you!)
And now I am planning a dinner. If I am lucky, I may even stay awake long enough to eat it.
