Sometimes, I hate having those scary deadline dreams. This morning I dreamt that I had to give an hour-long talk and I had exactly one hour to work on it, and I hadn't read any papers yet or anything. So I was freaking out. And then I started to realize I didn't even HAVE any classes this semester so it was impossible for me to have a talk to give for a class. So of course, I woke up.

But man, compared to that scenario, just waking up and having it be Monday isn't so bad.

I have now finished the Julie/Julia Project book, and should get back to finishing the Dark Tower. . . I've taken a break from it up until now. I think I'm putting off having to reach the end of it. After that, likely I'll give Ender's Game a whirl.

In other news, I went swimming with Andy and Roger on Thursday, which started off slightly traumatic (I'm typically a lazy, non-competitive swimmmer and I find myself surrounded by really swift lap swimmers and my arms are wussy). But, after I started to remember my swimming lessons from gradeschool so that I could paddle a mediocre freestyle, it started getting fun. Really the best thing was just getting the old heart rate going and thinking about something other than science. And the next day yielded that great semi-sore-but-giddy feeling of a great night's rest and slightly worked muscles. I keep forgetting how nice that is. And I've got to forget it for now, because it's BACK TO WORK TIME.