Mind Dump

  Why do I blog? Well, quite simply, this is the place where I dump my mind. That's right, you guys get the turds that crawl out of my brain in hopes in finding a gem that I may have accidentally swallowed during the day. I apologize ahead of time but you keep coming back! Therefore, I feel compelled to keep spilling my guts all over the internet.
  We are in the full swing of hazy, hot, and humid in South Carolina. I torched my skin for a second time this past weekend. I have been locking myself away on the weekends but I really don't want to do that this coming weekend.
  I have been coming home, walking the dog, eating dinner, and then taking a nap which may have caused some issues with sleep and the migraine that followed the next morning. I feel better tonight and did the same thing. I feel wiped out and will be heading to bed soon. Hopefully, I won't wake up for two hours at 1 AM, tossing and turning. Routine during the week is important to me. Routine on the weekend is not. Next week is the rough week when we will be running experiments in the large tank instead of the beaker. Trying to keep up with the analyses has been a monster of a task and I think we are at the point that it must be split between the two of us.
  One of the first things I would like to accomplish the week that Dr. Hackett is away is to re-organize the files so that they make some sense while we analyze them. The nice thing is that the college closes at 1 PM on Thursday and is closed until the following Monday. I intend to take full advantage of that extra bit of time.
  Hopefully, I can blog about more interesting things like creativity, music, and poetry in the next day or two as I settle into a routine. My left brain needs a break.


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