Thanks for the birthday wishes for Neal. Lizzie asked about the third dog in the picture; that's Charlie, Blogless (not for long) Sara's sweet pup. I'll tell you a secret: I've been sort of vying for a third pup in our house. Neal's best friend just adopted her third dog, a chihuahua. While I'm not usually a fan of little dogs, baby Aisha has changed my mind. She's so funny and bossy, and, well, I'll be frank with you. I could make outfits for a chihuahua. I want a living dolly. There, I've said it. Think of me what you will.
I've realized over the last year as I've worked independently on my dissertation that I'm highly motivated by reward, but even more motivated by punishment. Again, think of me what you will. To that end, I'm finding that I need something to urge me onward with revising the novella section of my project. I've struggled all month with a third short story, and I'm not making progress with it. I"ve admitted a temporary defeat, but I'm not allowed any more failure in the next month. I've decided that I can only knit on my Rhinebeck sweater on days that I do my Treadmill Journal. Reward and punishment, all rolled into one.
Tomorrow's a big day in New York City: Cara's Spin-Out in Central Park. I originally thought I'd be going, but I decided that I need to spend the day with Neal. We're going to have an adventure tomorrow, and then in the evening I'll be engaged in some grading. My students turned in their first paper today, and that will keep me plenty busy for the next week. If you're going to Spin-Out, though, I hope you have a blast. I can't wait to hear all about it.
I'm off to walk my mutts, who lack in adorable outfits. I need a chihuahua, don't you think?