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Apr. 14th, 2009 10:43 amWell, I'm doing better on the procrastination front this year; I did my taxes a day earlier than last year.
I felt somewhat better yesterday, well enough to go to work. The geometry seminar was largely taken up with a largely inconclusive discussion of tactics: there are certain questions whose answers are really pressing before we can make further progress.
In that connection, I spent much of yesterday beating my head against a brick wall. As soon as I went to bed and lay down, I saw the door in the wall. I got up and fired off an e-mail, then went back to bed. Another major fact occurred to me. I got up... Lather, rinse, repeat. This morning I see a promising line of attack, which may generalize to more than one of the problems we're considering. (In particular, this line dissolves one of the roadblocks that had been annoying me.)
Buster has decided that he wants to take the octopus-thingie with him when we go for walks. I've managed to dissuade him so far. I've decided that Gracie is a claustrophile; in addition to her spot under the bed, she likes the area under the couch. Also, when we go to bed, she likes to tunnel under the sheets and curl up by my knees. (She doesn't stay there for long, though; something sets her off, and she crawls back out to repel intruders. After that, she usually ducks under the bed.)
Ah, well. Time to get ready to go to work.
I felt somewhat better yesterday, well enough to go to work. The geometry seminar was largely taken up with a largely inconclusive discussion of tactics: there are certain questions whose answers are really pressing before we can make further progress.
In that connection, I spent much of yesterday beating my head against a brick wall. As soon as I went to bed and lay down, I saw the door in the wall. I got up and fired off an e-mail, then went back to bed. Another major fact occurred to me. I got up... Lather, rinse, repeat. This morning I see a promising line of attack, which may generalize to more than one of the problems we're considering. (In particular, this line dissolves one of the roadblocks that had been annoying me.)
Buster has decided that he wants to take the octopus-thingie with him when we go for walks. I've managed to dissuade him so far. I've decided that Gracie is a claustrophile; in addition to her spot under the bed, she likes the area under the couch. Also, when we go to bed, she likes to tunnel under the sheets and curl up by my knees. (She doesn't stay there for long, though; something sets her off, and she crawls back out to repel intruders. After that, she usually ducks under the bed.)
Ah, well. Time to get ready to go to work.
