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This week I had class scheduled for yesterday and today, so I’d planned to fly down to Uppsala on Sunday evening. My plane was supposed to take off at 6:30, which should have gotten me to my hotel around 8:30, giving me plenty of time to settle in and get rested up before my 9:00… Read More This is Tuesday, right?

Four days at home have flown by entirely too quickly, and — as I’m afraid I expected — I didn’t get any reading done. Tomorrow morning I have a seminar for which I need to have read some 600 pages, and I’m still a couple of hundred shy. Lucky for me I have some travel… Read More Sunday

This is my just my third trip for school and already I’m starting to feel like I live at the airport. As I was typing that sentence, a woman came up to me and asked — I’m not kidding — if I worked here. Clearly the place is leaving its mark on me.

I’m off to the airport again in a half-hour, then down to Uppsala, where a long night of reading awaits me. Turns out it’s practically impossible to read dry, too-wordy texts about fiscal-military states while minding a pre-schooler and a toddler.

So, at long last, I am a graduate student. The enterprise had rather a rocky start, fairly literally, on Monday morning when I tripped on an uneven paving stone on my way from the train station in Uppsala. Before I had time to realize what was happening, I found myself in a faceplant on the… Read More Report

Wednesday evening Lydia got her hair cut and, once home after school yesterday, she wasted no time getting busy with the hair dye. I’m thinking of asking her to do mine.

I could learn a thing or two from my husband about how to be a good partner. It struck me just now that if he were undertaking a project that would take him away from home for two or three days every week, demand a great deal of his attention when he was at home,… Read More Lessons

This has been sort of a rough week. There were first days of school, longer-than-usual work days, back-to-school colds, and long nights of teething, congestion, and bad dreams. None of us managed to get through it entirely unscathed. Friday could not have come too soon. As much as I hate to say it, though, it… Read More TGIF