To Grok

Grok is defined here. It's a really cool word-- if you've never read Robert Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land, you ought to. (Warning: it's a little naughty sometimes-- Heinlein was sometimes a dirty old man.) :) I should have put the link in the initial post but I was being lazy.


Also, sorry I didn't write this weekend. I had a flat tire on Sunday on the way to the coffee shop and had to deal with that (I broke a nail darn it). After dealing with it, I had a BAD case of the grumpies and just wanted to hang out in the hotel room and whine. (And drink wine!! Luckily for me we only had a little bit of it or there might have been headaches to follow). Then yesterday I just quickly checked email--from my car in the parking lot next to the coffee shop. Their signal goes that far, and I had the cat in the car so I didn't want to leave her. But even though I did buy a coffee from them, I still felt sort of sleezy sitting in my car using their wireless connection so I didn't post a blog.

But I did write one-- it's long and I like it a lot. I'll post it here in a minute. Then I'm off to do some errands.

I actually had a breakthrough in thinking on my dissertation on the drive home. It's one of those "jeezum pete why didn't I think of that it's so simple!!!" moments and I haven't yet done any writing as a result but if it goes the way I think it does as a result of this radical change in the way I plan to write the chapters things are looking up.

So. Off to errands. Then writing. Then reading all the blogs I normally read, later this PM. Busy busy busy!!!

(I'm really really glad to be home, and we don't go to Shreveport again for a while so that's cool!!)