that temperature gauge, that sits at the top right hand corner of my screen... the one you probably have too, now that you made the switch to mozilla... well, it reads 2 degrees in madison right now. but i am lucky, because i put three blankets in the wash today... and they just came out of the dryer...
It's 7 degrees in Naperville! We have the heat in the office set to 75 degrees, I'm wearing layers, and I'm still cold! Please FedEX your blankets overnight to IDA in Naperville. Thanks!
why must my eyes be assaulted by this quivering,cold, hungry homeless waif starring out from under a blanket? Are there no workhouses, no orphanages for such as she? No kittens or husband to warm her bones? Off with thee!
(Or to a new condo you may be sent!) (With apologies to Dickens)
why are we here? if you're asking, you must be a dane. kidding. but we do get that question a lot. well, let's see. we were living in a wonderful community in madison, wisconsin with our two little guys, our two cats, our dog, and our car. i was lawyering then mothering. greg was phd'ing in nuclear physics, then post-doc'ing in medical physics. of course a post-doc can't last forever. a position opened up in denmark (and also in st. louis and rochester, mn). if we had to leave our wonderful, supportive community in madison, we wanted it to be a thrilling, when-will-this-opportunity-present-itself-again-? opportunity. denmark was the clear choice. so, we sold our house, our car. supplied st. vinnies with goods to keep their store running for at least a year, said goodbye to our cats, our dog, our wonderful neighbors, our family, and got on a plane for denmark. we have a three year commitment here. and after that... well... that is anyone's guess.
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It's 7 degrees in Naperville! We have the heat in the office set to 75 degrees, I'm wearing layers, and I'm still cold! Please FedEX your blankets overnight to IDA in Naperville. Thanks!
why must my eyes be assaulted by this quivering,cold, hungry homeless waif starring out from under a blanket? Are there no workhouses, no orphanages for such as she? No kittens or husband to warm her bones? Off with thee!
(Or to a new condo you may be sent!)
(With apologies to Dickens)
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