Yesterday at work we had a meeting where a woman presented what is commonly known as a "word salad." Words were coming out of her mouth, and they were all English and had proper syntax, but they didn't seem to mean anything. Fortunately other people asked the same question that I was thinking: "What exactly are you saying?" Then I kind of fell asleep. The chair said she noted when people were making little nods of agreement or little head shakes, so I wonder if she also noted my little nap.
Today I worked on campus and had a very busy day, and then afterwards I had a meeting and kind of fell asleep again. This must be a sign that I need to get to bed earlier, or else stop going to such boring meetings. Travalon picked me up, and we drove by the pro-Palestinian tent city protest.
At work he drew a picture. Jilly Moose will especially appreciate it.
It's hard to believe that tomorrow we will have been married for ten years. Sometimes it seems like just yesterday I was waiting for our wedding day to come, and sometimes it feels like a million years ago. We all got kind of messed up in our time calculation with the pandemic, and the passage of time does just get weirder with age, but then again, it's always been weird for me. I remember in high school marveling that things that happened when I was a young child seemed very immediate, while things that had happened in middle school just a couple of years earlier felt like a very long time ago. Maybe it has to do with how vivid the memory is. I remember one day when I was about seven, walking across the parking lot to our apartment building and thinking how it was a very mundane action but I was going to remember it for the rest of my life. And I have, so far. Maybe on my deathbed people will ask me my most vivid memory, and I'll say, "Walking across the parking lot when I was seven."
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Great picture of a moose!
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