Oooh, they're closing the office. I have to do my conference call, but after that I'm going. Whee!

Great moments in tech support [link] (note: sound, video, consider yourselves warned)

Why doesn't weather hate Las Vegas?

The tacky bright lights blind the storm clouds and make them turn away?

Where are these office-closing storms happening? Ohio?

Where are these office-closing storms happening? Ohio?

Yup. I, in fact, gave myself a snow day, because we've got the icy rain/sleet/slushy nastiness. Even the university is closed, and it's notorious for NEVER closing, no matter what the weather.

Remember the lady with the trash car that was mentioned here yesterday? It turns out that she has two other trash-filled cars and a houseful of trash (so much that the front door won't close, seriously).

I feel SO much better about my lack of housekeeping motivation. Because ALL of *my* doors close.

I mean if I'm having a hard time with it is obviously not easy for ME!

I much prefer the "you're almost there" approach. But it still has to be used gently, because it can feel very far away when you're not the one getting it.

Sometimes, man, I'm telling my body to do it, and nothing relevant happens. Truly frustrating. What it usually takes is going back to the beginning of a move, and working out an intermediary step that has my body feel the right sensation, and then trying to move again. Which is to say--there's a quantum leap I'm missing, and keeping on with the same approach is what'll make me mad and dispirited. A good instructor works out how to go back to the drawing board, or how to move on, with the hopes that another day and another class make be the straw that breaks the hesitation's back.

Man, I want to be sent home!!

I feel SO much better about my lack of housekeeping motivation.

I'm feeling like a housekeeping goddess right now. That will last until Thursday night, when I remember that people are coming to visit.

there's a quantum leap I'm missing, and keeping on with the same approach is what'll make me mad and dispirited.

I could've written this about physics. I had one fellow student who'd try to explain something to me the same way over and over and over...we'd both end up pissed off and yelling. I tried to avoid asking him for help. Sometimes my profs looked at me as if I was growing horns when I explained my thought processes, but would concede them legit.

That will last until Thursday night, when I remember that people are coming to visit.

You know we won't care as long as we can see the TV.