Journal of a Sabbatical

March 1, 2001

delivery

Today's Reading: Kossuth in New England edited by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Kossuth in America

Another Kossuth in America Site

Kossuth Through Pictures

Today's Starting Pitcher: Rolando Arrojo

Signs of spring: stats and injury reports pour in from Ft. Myers.

The long-awaited, much-ballyhooed Manny Ramirez went 0-for-2 with a strikeout and an error in right field. He doesn't want to play right. He wants to play left.

What's this about Nomar's wrist? Nomar Garciaparra was diagnosed with a split tendon in his right wrist while I was away. This of course has nothing to do with being on the cover of a certain national publication that has a well known curse associated with its cover. At least so says Nomar who in all other respects is unbelievably superstitious...

So anyway, I was insanely productive yesterday but can I remember a single thing I did besides cleaning litter boxes and photographing cats? Oh, yeah, I got an RMA number for the G4 and shipped it back. However, I know I did more than that, I just don't remember it.

This morning I wrote the bios to go with yesterday's cat pics, choosing the Bianca picture where the black frostbite boo-boos don't show instead of going for the sympathy shot. Returned a bunch of phone calls that accumulated while I was gone. Did boatloads of errands that I didn't get to yesterday. Unpacked my suitcases. Separated the things that are Zsolt's from the things that are mine. Then it was off to Framingham - or Hungary Metro West - to deliver page proofs, mystery pine specimen, Hungarian newspaper, caraway seeds, photos, slides...

I knocked on the door pretending I was a pizza delivery person.

J: "You the guy that ordered the mystery pine?"

Z: "Oh, I thought you were the FedEx guy"

J: "The FedEx guy would've made it here yesterday."

Neither chirping nor pale celery put in an appearance the entire time I was there although the PC did spontaneously shutdown once. This is beyond my expertise. And despite two cups of coffee, jet lag struck with a vengeance and I thought I would fall asleep at the wheel on the way to Cambridge for my meeting, never mind on the way home after the meeting. So much for jet lag not being as bad going west, it's still annoying. And of course now I'm wide awake when I want to be sleeping. Grrr.