My plane trip started at 5:50 am this morning. I slept a bit on the first leg. On the second leg, I was knitting and thinking about a story that happened in New Orleans (one of the other prospective grad students and I discussed NOLA several times and it was on my mind, I suppose). After thinking for a few minutes, I grabbed my notebook and scratched out 5 nearly illegible half pages before I ran out of steam. It was good, to be back to a pen and some words.
The rest of the day was a haze of sleep deprivation. I couldn't nap, but couldn't really think either. I'm about to start a book by one of my (maybe!) future professors.
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