How to make hard-boiled eggs:
- Put water in pan
- Place eggs in water
- Wait for water to boil
- Turn off heat
- Wait for water to cool
- Peel shell off eggs
As you can see, making hard-boilied eggs involves a lot of waiting. That’s basically all I did this week.
- Sit at computer
- Wait for ideas to come to mind
- Wait until you get into “the zone”
- Write in “the zone”
- Leave to make some tea
- Repeat steps 1-4. Step 5 can also be replaced with going to bathroom or going into lab for something small to do…anything to do except write.
So yeah, that’s all I did. I’ve been writing my grant. It surprises me how slow it’s been going. I think it’s because I’m citing as I’m writing, but at least I have EndNote to help with it. EndNote is fabulous.
Other than that, I’m 95% ready for EB conference.
Registration done √ Hotel booked √ Flight booked √ Poster printed √ Cat sitter situated and trained √ Bought tiny travel sized toiletries √ Packed ×
I even planned out a couple of my days at the conference. Excuse me while I nerd out for a second, but there’s an entire poster and presentation session on the same topic as my thesis on Sunday afternoon and I’m pumped!
My poster presentation is on Monday morning. Looking at the other topics in my session, my abstract is the only about green tea and arthritis–potential advantage in the poster contest?!
Let’s see…next Friday I have an eye appointment for the first time in two years. I think it’s time I change up my frames. I’ve been rocking the black frame for two years now.
And I also have a deep tissue massage that afternoon. My neck and my back need it.
Since my life was pretty uneventful this week, allow me to introduce you to my roommate.
In January 2015 I felt a tug in my heart for a little furry friend. So on January 21st, 2015 I walked into the Spokane Humane Society and saw:
Immediately my heart melted. I wanted her not to be scared anymore in the shelter, and I knew I can be a good mom to her. I processed her paperwork that afternoon and took her home that evening.
In the few hours I had before I took her home, I prepared her toilet and food and water bowl, and I was thinking of her new name. Her slave name (the name originally given to her) was Cali, and I wanted to give her a new name to signify her new life with me. Looking at her, I noticed these spots of orange fur on her body. Even half of her face is orange. She seemed sweet, but with a little kick. Kinda like…
And so her (real) name was decided. :3
The first few days were a little rough on both of us. She’s EXTREMELY shy, so she didn’t really come out from under the bed. Eventually, she warmed up to me (after she realized that it was I who was feeding her) and now we’re BFFs 4 Lyfe. Like that Lana Del Rey song, “now my life is sweet like cinnamon.”
This week she’s revisiting this silly habit she has when we’re sleeping. You see, I sleep on one side of the bed which allows for ~50% of the bed for her. But where does she like to curl up? Right on top of my head. Yup, I wake up to find we’re sharing the same pillow. In my head I’m like, “Kitty, there is all this space on the bed plus 3 extra pillows. Why do you insist on using the same pillow?!”
She also has a new hangout. I save the tissue paper from my victoria secret purchases (cause tissue paper serisously costs $3 and that’s $2 too much). I keep it in another victoria secret bag which is next to my stack of plastic bags that I also save (to line the bathroom trashcan and for kitty’s toliet). Cinnamon has taken it upon herself to hang out in the bag of tissue paper!
So there you have it. I hope you guys have/had a wonderful Easter!
I’ll end it here with a collage of Cinnamon photos (cause I have so many of them).
Peace up, A-town. 🙂