But at least she's here. For the first couple of months co-habiting with Figaro I just ignored myself reproductively besides being pissed off when we had to be careful, but yesterday I reached the point of being madly delighted that the Red Dragon had finally attacked, even though it was followed within minutes with the feeling that I was a racehorse with terminal colic.
So that gave me a good reason to go home early, and in a burst of clarity and precious, precious fucking time (Is it a feature of being happy, that time seems like the dearest thing in the world? Or just of having a stupid full time job? Or a combination?) I put together the template of a letter for promoters, and most of the proposal itself. The letter should start going out today, but after some tweaking I'm going to send the proposal for vetting elsewhere - not as though it matters so much, since I can't send it out until someone agrees to promote me.
And if no one does, why, then I've got a great excuse to just be a normal whack job instead of an academic one. There's probably more money in it, after all. I want this opportunity quite a lot - but at the same time, I feel like either fork this thing takes can be appealing.
Going to work this morning is not.