And we're done.

Yeah, remember how I was all excited a couple weeks ago about my project coming together?  I was wrong.

I mistranslated something a couple of months ago, and lo and behold, I'm 30 years and one king off.  Not his wife, but his mother.  Sigh.  And now in the midst of changing my whole stupid thesis.  Still juicy stuff, of course, but not the story I thought I was telling.

I had a quiet holiday weekend.  I've been traveling so much the last two weeks, I really didn't want to go anywhere or do much of anything.  It's been nice to just kind of chill at the house, commune with the kitty, and get some work done.  And sleep.  I felt like I hadn't slept in weeks, which I suppose I hadn't, really.