waiting for snow

So I'm nursing a nascent cold, three pesky manuscripts, and a self-inflicted haircut (though I must say I am very pleased with the latter, as it now stands). Our Christmas tree has not arrived yet, and I am getting antsy. We're all going to Mauricio and Albert's housewarming party tonight. It took a really long time for them to get their stuff together, I guess. How strange that we might have all been living there together. Faux-granite kitchen or no, I'd much rather be here, especially considering where I ended up working.

Yay for pterosaurs!

Also, based on recent hearsay, I'm pretty sure that the G-clock doesn't stop, and if I went back to school next year I'd be a g3 already, with only one semester's worth of credit under my belt. I would have to teach while taking a full load of required courses and preparing for generals. If that doesn't seal the deal I don't know what does.