I am woefully behind on my NaNo project. 8 days left and 20,000 words to go. Not going to do the math on that one, I'll just keep verbally vomiting into my word processor.
I did accomplish something over the weekend. I can now cross "Tent camping in November" off of my bucket list. HOLY MALOLY! It. Was. Freaking. Cold. Of course, I didn't fight my son for the -30 sleeping bag, I crawled into the 1993 slumber party sleeping bag; but I had an extra blanket, an air mattress, two pairs of pants, three sweatshirts...you get the idea. Then I had to go to the bathroom at 1:30 in the morning, so I had to fight my way out of this tiny tent, and the zipper got stuck, so I wound up crawling under the edge, pulling up the stakes, OMG. Fortunately, the whole thing didn't come down on my tent-mate. Sigh. Hopefully I earned some Good Mom points to make up for all those hot meals I don't fix very often.
On to today. After I checked to make sure I didn't make it on to peopleofwalmart.com over the weekend, I spent the morning trying to get some science done. Every now and then an experiment seems to work, and I get all excited and hopeful for the future. This is one of those days. It makes me remember why I hung in there through grad school, and why I willingly work for so little (besides the freedom to blog, check my facebook page, and the university tuition remission for my kids).
I won't trouble you with the details of my project, but suffice it to say that I got the little brain cells to grow on the little scaffolds. Yay! Next week I'm going to cure Parkinson's AND spinal cord injury. The week after that...total world domination.
Oh, wait. I'll have to postpone the Parkinson's project because I have to finish NaNo. Sorry, Michael J. Fox. I'll get to it in December, I promise.