• Very, very happy to be home. That is all. #

• @lblanken: So many possibilities! My favorite would be Richard Powers, Galatea 2.2 #

What little I managed to sleep last night, I spent dreaming about being exactly where I was, in the room where I was sleeping, in the house that I was in, waiting for the meeting that I spent the day in today. I find that kind of dream exhausting; you spend the night thinking you’re awake, only to find out you’re not, but perhaps you may as well have been, for all the activity you undertook. Between the jet lag, the decongestants, and everything else, it was a pretty non-restful night. But today has been miraculously productive; here’s hoping tomorrow continues the trend.

• Flying with a sinus infection is no fun. Just in case you were wondering. #
• PS: iPhone corrects "incase" to read "invade." Be careful when authorizing laptop sleeve purchases. #
• Dare I hope? Could the middle seat really be empty? #
• I dare! The door is closed! The full breadth of armrest is mine! #

My technologies are suddenly making me very nervous. Yesterday, at the end of a very long and stressful day, I came home and found my laptop open — I was quite convinced I’d closed it before leaving — and Skype running on the screen. And I absolutely know that I had not been running Skype before I left. Now, granted, I had a conference call earlier in the day, one we’d hoped to conduct that way, but one member of the group wasn’t Skype-able, so we ended up using phones. And I was in the office. Could somebody attempting to Skype me when I didn’t have the program running have triggered it to start up? It’s either that or the cats are chatting when I’m not home, because I choose not to think about any other alternatives.

Then, just now, I came into my office to drop some stuff off after class, and used the speakerphone to dial down and see if a colleague was in his office. And noticed that the red light labeled “MIC” was lit on the phone. Which it has never ever been before. And when I hung up from the speakerphone call, the display was flashing “MIC.” And so now I’m just paranoid enough to wonder whether somebody could have turned on the microphone in my desk telephone for nefarious purposes.

As if that’s not enough, I now have to go check on my program’s library, which somebody apparently attempted to break into yesterday. I could really stand it if the world gave me a little less to be nervous about.

• Two and a half weeks. Two and a half weeks. Two and a half weeks. Perhaps if I say it enough, it’ll start to sink in. #

I’m still uncertain about the header; it may change yet, but I’m pretty happy with the rest. Do let me know if you find anything weird. (I mean, things I’ve overlooked, not things you don’t like.)

• Contemplating ripping all my CDs and then carting them off to the used record store. When’s the last time I listened to a CD, anyhow? #
• Obviously tinkering with twitterings on the blog; rilly didn’t mean to produce such spam. #

So the twittery updates have started bugging me; I’m going to test out the daily digest option for a few days, and if that still bugs me, I’ll move to the sidebar option.

That’s thing one. Thing two is that I’ve decided I’m officially getting old. How I know this is that this teeny little font is bugging the hell out of me. So I think there may be a CSS redesign in my relatively near future (as soon as I’ve gotten enough real work done that I can justify some goofing off, that is). Stand by, as there’ll no doubt be bumps along the way.

• Fighting off a technicolor sinus infection. Yum. #