5:30 a.m. clearly, i am not happy about being awake. but check out my sweet twin peaks shirt.

6:30 a.m. it was rain, then it was snow, then it was rain. i don’t know.

8:30 a.m. i got busy and forgot 7:30. you still love me. enjoy my leg lamp. (that’s the black book of communism. not some pro-communism foolishness.)

9:30 a.m. emergency slide show surgery.

10:30 or there abouts. a much needed knitting break.

11:30 a.m. my honors thesis is being featured (along with two others) in the honors college display in the student center for the next week or so.

12:30 p.m. waiting for my student to arrive to cover the desk so i can go to lunch, listening to this whacky artist who is cracking me up. “Good. Wonderful that you’re that. But leave me the fuck alone.” yep. pretty much.

2:00 p.m. because i was busy eating at 1:30. lunch with my pop!

3:30 p.m. this isn’t gonna cut it.

4:30 p.m. almost time to blow this popsicle stand.

5:30 p.m. had to stop at the grocery store. i don’t eat yogurt. yogurt is vile.

6:30 p.m. why, yes. yes that is metallic glitter and confetti all over the living room carpet.

7:30 p.m. he had glitter in places no one should ever have glitter.

8:30 p.m. yawn.

9:30 p.m. migraine, with feather.

6 a.m. i completely forgot today was the first until about half an hour after i got up and saw my reminder message from Red.

7 a.m. had i remembered, i might have actually attempted to deal with this hair today. too bad for me.

8 a.m. i just discovered there are peppers growing in the giant planter in front of my building. i love the landscaping crew that covers our area of campus. they’re so fun. and holy wow. i literally, as i was typing this, just noticed the slug. i was so caught up in the peppers i totally missed it.

10 a.m. evidently my morning has been just as nuts as i thought, and i missed 9:00. so here’s a biggby and mah boots.

11 a.m. you should try to make your cubicle hell as interesting as possible.

noon or thereabouts. acupuncture. i always want to just stay there for the rest of the day. even though the house isn’t haunted.

1 p.m. or thereabouts. instead i have to go back to the office. whee.

2 p.m. i need some zen.

3 p.m. diet mtn. dew run. it’s probably a good thing i have to go to another building for a vending machine.

4 p.m. ish. i’m sad halloween is over for a whole entire year. well. let’s be honest. it’s never really over for jentober, is it?

5 p.m. waiting for my modern democratic theory seminar to start.

bedtime o’clock there was a gap on account of there are only 5 of us in the seminar and you can’t really take sneaky photos when there are only 5 people in your class. then i had to drive home. then i took a shower and got Stormageddon to sleep. and here we are. ‘night chickens.

i’m not giving you hours today, because to be honest, i totally lost track of what i was doing.

breakfast buddy

capitalism, socialism, and democracy, and french breakfast

she’s got a big fat check from the livestock auction to deposit, yo.

we stopped in the middle of the road to rescue a turtle around here.

life is hard, take more naps.

more capitalism, socialism, and democracy, and knitting

the view from my hair stylist’s salon is ok i guess.

surprise!

sometimes i feel like i spend 175% of my life washing dishes.

more french breakfast in the mug they gave me when i graduated college and i’m only sharing this with you because sometimes i suddenly say to myself, “holy shit, i graduated college!”

deer watching from the dining room window seat.

realized my thermos was the perfect place for my sleeping bear sticker.

illicit late night snack. i swear i only ate half. … and then went back later and ate the other half. how can i be expected to resist fresh donuts from the farm?

stupid o’clock. why won’t my children go the fuck to sleep, i ask you?

5:30 ish and how the hell is it september already??

6:30 something – hello darkness, my old friend. this is what my morning commute is going to look like for the next 6 months.

i have no idea what time this was – damn hell bathroom abstract.

in the neighborhood of 7:30 – walkies, charlie, walkies. it really really really bothers me that it says resident and not residence.

9 or thereabouts – you guys! it’s officially caramel apple cider season!

10:30 – work zen. velma sweater.

11:17 – a friend brought me a souvenir from the U.P. … is it totally stuck in your head now too?

12:30 – lunch, yo.

1:30 – working hard on some stuff at my standing desk that i love, but i am not wearing the most sensible shoes i own today.

2:30? 3? i don’t know. – i got nothin. ruthlessly copy-editing the first newsletter of the academic year. i’m a brutal proofer. with a leg lamp.

 4:30 – this is not my wooden name thinger.

5:30 – homeward bound.

7:30 – hello from Stormageddon. watching his favorite movie – Shaun the Sheep – for the twelvety seventh time. and it’s the cutest thing. he will act out the entire movie. i die.

8:30 – Miss W, drawing, telling me all about how she wants a wheel-y chair that spins so she can roll it down the driveway, because doesn’t that sound like an epic idea???

9:30 – goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight. except not really. i’m just signing off. smooches to you.

6:30 commute. i like the concept of carpooling, if i had someone to carpool with, but in reality, i can’t deal with other humans this early.

7:30 a.m. walkies.

10 ish. iced coffee run. honestly, i wasn’t doing anything worth noting between the last pic and now anyway. no one wants to look at photos of spreadsheets. yawn-tastic.

11:30 a.m. picked up Miss W’s 4H project from the printer. fair is just over a day away!

12:30 p.m. lunch zen: working on my tee along tee.

3:30 p.m. there’s a big jump there because i was in a meeting for 2 hours. about neil gaiman. not even kidding. so while there was nothing interesting to shoot, it was not a waste of time. but you get fewer photos, so i’m really sorry. please forgive me.

4:30 p.m. art for the fall global water exhibit. so much to do. so much to do.

5:30 p.m. slooooooow leak is starting to get a whole lot faster. bastard. my hand looks huge.

5:50 p.m. annual pre-fair mandatory livestock meeting truck pizza picnic. (i think the truck pizza picnic part is just us though.)

6:30 p.m. homeward bound. finally.

7:30 p.m. the tiger lilies are taller than me this year.

8:30 p.m. you guys. this hair. i can’t even. but i replaced the readers Stormageddon knocked on the ground, so that’s cool.

10:30 p.m. speaking of Stormageddon … guess who’s not flipping sleeping.