Ha. I just realized that my last post was the six hundred sixty-sixth. Part of me feels like I should have written about sacrificing goats or something. Or not. Aaaanyway, moving on...
I had to go to San Diego today to fetch some crucial data for my thesis. I haven't had to do that drive for a while, and I was astounded anew at the stupid little traffic clusters that crop up along the freeway. There weren't any accidents, and there was no road construction; there was essentially no good reason for there to be any slowage or outright stoppage of vehicular movement. There are just too damned many people on the roads. Southern California blows.
All in all it seems to have been a successful trip though. I finally have my experimental results in-hand (well, in-hard drive), so I'll be able to actually, you know, finish writing my thesis. And I managed to find good music to play in the car, so as not go completely batshit crazy. I'm tired, but not whooped.
And now for a gestational update: According to my Great Expectations book (not the Dickens version), the little critter is almost 3 inches long and developing vocal cords this week. The book goes week-by-week, which is pretty cool, and has very silly analogies for size. "This week your baby is approximately the size of a chocolate chip or berry." "Your baby is just under an inch long...about the size of a thumbprint!" The next week, it was a garden beetle. Then a peanut. Then a squash ball. We're currently up to the goldfish level. What will be next?! What?! I'm expecting to read in a few weeks that it's as tall as a llama's ear. Hello, Captain Random!
That's all I've got for now. I'm being distracted by the delicious smelling linguine in the kitchen. Gotta go get me some a that. ;)