...And I'm back, by the way. I promised I would be. Let's say yesterday through next Saturday. Unless time is Norwalk strips motivations so much that I don't bother to turn on the computer.
But enough of that, let me catch you up: when I left you it was 75 in Atlanta, tomorrow it will be 72. Not much has changed.
I had visions of having the dissertation drafted by now; I'm still working on ideas. Other professors are always floored to hear I don't have an advisor yet, who they say would help me develop an idea. The problem is I don't have an idea to approach them with - I wouldn't want to go into their office and just sort of stare at them. It's this tricky catch-22 that they haven't thought through: no professor, no idea; no idea, no professor.
I haven't been mugged yet in my neighborhood. But I'm walking home a new way to aid that.
UConn football is a Top 25 team this year; was a Bottom 25 most previous years. Eric is probably kicking himself for leaving.
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