403: forbidden

I feel more productive having spent the past two hours manually pitting (formerly frozen) cherries in order to make them storeable at room temperature than I have at my current job, at any point in the entire time I've worked there. I need to be doing something different for a living.

In the mean time, here there be experiments. Both jars of cherries got two heaping soup-spoons of vanilla sugar. One was filled (to cover the cherries, plus a bit) with gin, the other with rum. I may add more sugar later. The eventual destination of the preserved cherries is likely to be a bowl of icecream.

Presentation for Intro to Chaos went well, including a live demonstration of our system. No final in that class; I'm assured of at least an A-. The other classes proceed apace. I wish they didn't all happen in the morning, this year. Two left, Friday and Monday.

I work Friday afternoon, and then my employer will be out of town for two or three weeks. In November, I was only able to work for two of the four weeks, because Employerprof was fighting for time on exotic equipment in California. While I understand that she has to take it when it's available, I need more regular employment than this.

My doctor referred me to a cardiologist this week. He was evidently hearing odd things when he listened to my heart, since he made a point of ruling out the other symptoms of pericarditis (which is supposed to make a sound like squeaky leather as the heart rubs against the pericardium). EKG results came back with a few abnormalities which have ambiguous interpretations. In someone of my age and gender, they could be perfectly ordinary. But there's also a small chance that they indicate a problem that could cause me to drop dead without warning. I forsee more tests in my future.

And now? Sleep. I get up TDE for tomorrow's final.