You're never too old for footed pajamas

I like to sing (not that I do so all that well). Correction, I love to sing; particularly while driving. I've had to borrow my mother's car for the past week, and I found a CD with covers of songs by some of my favorite musicians. As favorite song finally approached (one that is perfect for belting out at any time), the CD began to skip. I treated it as a remix. The driver of the car next to me, who also had her windows open, was amused.

My advisors are stellar. They're supportive, friendly, understanding, and encouraging. At times, it's a bit unnerving for fear of disappointing them. This I believe is the root of my issues with closure - that I am never satisfied in my work, especially when they feel it is going to be impactful. Recently, they've left me to my own devices; perhaps they have been testing me to see if I can be ready to devise, execute, and present my work without their help. Either that, or they just don't give a shit. I doubt that that is the case.

One year as of last Monday, cancer free. Apparently it's a big deal. I don't think so. It wasn't a big deal before having it. It isn't a big deal not having it. It is a big deal being able to appreciate people and life. You shouldn't need the help of a disease for that though. I guess sometimes though, it helps.