I already ready to begin my graze of pre-feast treats for the Thanksgiving weekend. Let’s go, people.
So glad we bought ice earlier this past weekend. Already sold out at our local grocery store as the Thanksgiving preparations pick up.
I don’t think I need to repeat myself, but it’s the Sunday of Thanksgiving, so having pumpkin pie with morning coffee is basically the law.
Biting your younger brother is, I must admit, one of the more novel applications of the “it was accident defense.”
Look, I’m not an expert and don’t have strong priors on this. I very well could be wrong. But… and hear me out. I think I need to replace this spare tire.
Barrel full day between meeting, teaching, meetings, and teaching. Whew.
Who is the most underrated franchise player in any sport?
It’s all fun and games until your little brother whacks you with an aluminium mixing bowl in what he thinks is just part of the regular morning horseplay.
The big kid called to remind me that I must leave work early today so we can hang out longer because I was gone all week. He’s a persuasive litigator.
Sprinting across the Charlotte airport was not on my agenda this morning. Made it. Barely.
Thankfully I do not need to adjust to the weather. Flying back to sunny, and much warmer, Tempe this afternoon. Great conference at Notre Dame this weekend. I’ll be back.
I had a suspicion last night that my conference was going too good, that, statistically speaking, I was due for at least a small road bump. This morning I learned there was no hot water in my hotel. (Here’s hoping, praying that it’s fixed by this evening.)
I was expecting a marvelous display of injury from the plenary lecture, but MacIntyre shows no sign of slowing down his deep probing of the universe and ethics. So far this conference exceeds even high expectations.
I need to minister my time well when at a conference with so many good panels and lots of old friends and colleagues in town.
I’m certain about few things in life but among them, seeing old friends from grad school later tonight, and their kids, will be worth waking up at zero dark thirty for the pre-dawn flight out of town.
Elections are about building consensus, not necessarily winning over enemies. Off I go to my polling location. ☕️🗳️
I’m still reading through the comments from my manuscript review two weeks ago. So much insight from the reviewers—more than I can get into the revised manuscript. I’m grateful for the experience. Oh, and we’re on cup two this morning, likely not slowing down this morning. ☕️
Sometimes weekends are an echo of the weekdays. Pre-dawn and the kids are up. Thankfully, there’s always coffee. ☕️
Next up, a book I started before the pandemic and put down during it. Now I have time to give it my proper attention. The Librarian by Mikhail Elizarov 📚
As much as I want to exempt myself from yard work this morning, it’s gotta get done.