You Can't Take It With You Post-Baby

Just a note on a lazy Tuesday afternoon here...right now, I have a surfeit of time. My time-cup runneth over. I have an embarrassment of time-riches. I've got forty gallons of time in a twenty-gallon time-bucket.

The dissertation is pretty much done; I'm going to make some additions to the conclusion, fix a few citations, and write up the bibliography properly, but that's really about it. The paper for the stupid conference is also finished. I've got a bunch of parent to-be classes coming up and I'm also thinking of new things that need to get done, but unlike a lot of people I know, I have more than enough time to do them all.

But there's the rub: in two short months, I will wish with all my wishing power that I had more time and space and energy, but there's no way I can do anything now to save it up. So I'll just go back to what I was doing before: not much.


theNerdPatrol said...

You should use some free time to go on gchat tomorrow :)

El Chupacabra said...

Kids will change your life in many, many ways, one of which is that having them will teach you to be a Rammstein-caliber time efficiency ninja. You will trade in your 20 gallon bucket for a pink sippy cup, and become like Jesus, turning a sippy cup of time into a buttoad. You've already been blessed with the gift of insomnia, just ditch the notion that you "need" to sleep and you'll do just fine.

kungfuramone said...

Oh, that's your answer for EVERYTHING.