Thanks bunches for the cheering up and the good wishes, Laura and Carolyn! Jago seems to be somewhat better than on Monday, and we’re keeping our fingers crossed that the new treatment is working after all (even if he views the dietary cat food that’s supposed to be good for him with disdain and refuses to eat it) (cats!!!).
I really like academic conferences (they’re good for networking purposes and chances are you’ll get to hear some good papers, too), but oh my gosh, the question what to wear is always driving me demented! (It doesn’t really help that I indulged in my love for cookies in the past few months …) I’ll attend the “Anglistentag” (= meeting of German university teachers of British lit) next week and have to look smart and professional (in contrast to the dress code at a certain annual academic SF&F conference held in Florida, flip-flops, jeans and tee-shirt do not constitute looking smart and professional at the Anglistentag – ’tis a shame). Do you know what I hate even more than going to the dentist? Can you guess? Yes, indeed, it’s going shopping for clothes, especially for trousers. My patience with shopping, clothes and shopping centres generally wears thin after about half an hour. And today it took me three (THREE!!!!) hours to find a pair of black trousers that fitted over my bum, weren’t too long or too short or so high-waisted that sitting down in them would make me feel sick. Argh! Argh! Argh! (At one point I considered sitting down and bawling my eyes out.)
But to make up for the horrid trouser crisis, the Goddess of Shopping and Malls granted me a boon and let me find a really, really nice blazer. It was love at first sight! 🙂