I have nine million things on my plate. I've always wondered about that expression -- it sort of makes me feel happy like a little Ms Pac-Man chomping away at my to-do list. Except that I don't know that I want to actually ingest (even symbolically) things like "committee report", "tenure notebooks" (not mine thankfully), "laundry," and "write conference paper." I mean, yes, my work is me in part, but not that much a part of me.

anyway, very light blogging continues for the time being as I chomp away at a few more bullet points on my to-dos...