Well, it's finals week. Things are winding down, I'm getting my grades done and turned in. Hardly anyone is around. It would be bliss, except...
Dinah had another seizure this morning, her first in a few weeks. This meant I had to give her the heavy meds (she's come to think that her daily phenobarbitol is a treat that only she gets -- hey, whatever it takes). Anyway, this other pill is so strong that I can only give her half without making her puke. Also, it makes her pretty incoherent, even for a dog, so I don't like to leave her alone (or with the other two rowdy dogs who are two- and four times her size).
So she got to come to work with me today. If there was ever a reason I've chosen academia for my career (aside from the bitchin' vacation time -- oh yeah, and shaping the minds of tomorrow), it is moments like this one. I'm at work with a little dog on my lap while I blog away. This beats the Dilbert life any day.
For the record, all of my actual tasks are done, I just have to sit here for my office hours and be available for the stream of students who will not show up.
*pauses for a visitor*
Hey, whattaya know? As soon as I typed that sentence, one showed up. No foolin'. So I guess I'd better go!