1. Josh had his endoscopy/colonoscopy yesterday. Everything went fine, and the doctor saw nothing immediately apparently wrong. Now we have to wait on the biopsies. On the one hand, I am thrilled that nothing is immediately apparently wrong. On the other, I am envisioning a drawn out process in which we may not even be able to figure out what the problem is. *sigh* I want a tricorder, dammit, and I want it now.
2. I have been reading like my old self again! It's wonderful! I read all of The Girl with All the Gifts yesterday, just devoured it in one go like Lorraine of Yore. And then I read some random poetry (oh, Anne Sexton, Transformations is such a glorious, glorious work; thank you for it). Feels nice.
3. I cleared a bunch of work stuff off my plate this past week, and I intend to get everything caught up and squared away over this upcoming week which is spring break. I wrote the forward to the next edition of the peer-reviewed journal attached to the academic org I'm president of this year; that was fun. I also went through and changed the pagination on almost all of my notes for 1102 as the text I'm teaching from went to a new edition; that was much less fun.
4. I've been writing on my autoimmune disorder memoir! I actually have an idea for the shape of the thing, and I've been putting down words. I still can't seem to get the hang of writing on it every day, but I am writing on it.
5. My Leuchtturm1917 arrived! It is beautiful, and it smells delicious just like elfin
said it would. I did the title page with mandala corners and a quote from Margaret Atwood's "Spelling."