Grabbing a quick moment

to say that I'm still working on my Nimbus presentation paper, which is about twenty pages long so far and nowhere near finished. Will be working on it all day tomorrow, too. I loathe it; Rob says it's brilliant. Personally, I think he's full of it. It'll be out of my life by noon Monday since that's the deadline, which is a good thing, because by then I'll be ready to drive a stake through the bloody thing.

Peg

True love at 3:00 a.m.

Last night, I woke up at three o'clock in the morning with dreadful chest pain. We went through the medical books, and based on the symptoms eventually concluded it was heartburn. I'd had a spicy black bean burrito at lunch, which was certainly suspicious, and even though Chipolte burritos had never given me trouble before, I did have a history of several episodes of gastric reflux a number of years ago, and it felt like that, to the best of my recollection.

So my wonderful husband got out of bed and drove to the twenty-four hour pharmacy to buy me some Tums.

He also brought back a rose.

That's true love.