In that weird state where I’ve done everything I can do until I get that last bit of data, and I haven’t heard anything from my advisor because he’s in China right now, so I’m not “done” but I can’t actually do any more. Friday was the first time I let myself go on Twitter during work hours on a work day since the beginning of May.
I didn’t quite meet my goal of a finished draft by the end of May (because of that last bit of data that I still don’t have), but pretty damned close. I’m proud of myself. But it’s a weird thing, because like I said, I’ve gotten no feedback yet. Not for lack of asking. So…maybe I’m proud of myself for writing what is actually a bunch of crap? I don’t know. I’d like to know.
Friday’s my day for early M-pickups, so we first enjoyed a little “picnic” snack outside her school:
And then we went to the Museum of Play, where M had a lot of fun working with the “Squigs” that were at one of their toy-tables:
And then spent $55 imaginary dollars on peanut butter (just peanut butter) at the kid Wegmans:
Not a bad day, but boy am I tired.
whit::knits 
That’s a whole lot of peanut butter. ;)
My girl knows what she likes :)