It’s been a while since I said whatever it was I said last time, so I’m taking the liberty of providing a few updates. I was going to say “scores to settle,” but I have to admit I don’t really have any of those, which I consider a positive.

I’m actually Doing Something about the sleep apnea next week—I’m heading overnight to a sleep center in my Doctor Dentons, teddy bear in tow, to try out some form of CPAP device. I’m hoping it’s not the kind that I’ll be ripping off my face and hurling across the room in the middle of the night, but we’ll see.
And I have Professional Goals. Three of them, altogether: 1) Stand Up Straighter (I’ve been diagnosed with “mild scoliosis”); 2) Be More Social; and 3) Recapture the Childlike Enthusiasm I had for Basket-Weaving for roughly my first 5 years here. No, I lied—there’s a fourth: Go Above and Beyond. Yeah, I know, I’ve become a walking, talking, “Hang in There!” poster, complete with kitty grasping onto a precarious branch.
Sometimes the “go above and beyond” decision gets made for you—in a shockingly quick application of the Peter Principle, I’ve been voted chair of our university’s small grant committee. I am now that Idiot Chair of a committee we all like to bitch about while gathered around the Water Cooler. (I’ve been chairs of committees before, but just on the department level—this will be my first opportunity to be a university-wide Idiot.) So I will add a 5) to my Professional Goals—try not to be an Idiot. (And admit it freely whenever I fail to accomplish #5.)
My family remains the ongoing challenge it has been since roughly January 2015 (when foster care started; adoption was June of 2016). Sometimes I do wonder where my humor goes when dealing with the family—usually I can tap into it in other aspects of my life. I guess that leads to #6—get some counseling.
All right, then—that’ll do for now. Tirebiter out.