It is steamy outside. Hot.

It is steamy outside. Hot. Sticky. I can’t stand it. You can’t do anything in this kind of weather except sit around in the shade and cool of an air-conditioned building. Breathing the air is hard, because you’re slightly afraid you might drown. I have no problem with Houston: the city. It’s Houston: the climate that needs to change.
Work continues to be, well, work. Often I feel like I am talking to a brick wall. I talk, but no one listens to my concerns. Every day I think about doing other things. I’ve lost patience, I’ve lost motivation, and I don’t really know what to do about it. On Sunday, one of the models at the photo class I took commented on how cool it must be to work at NASA. I just smiled and said “yeah.”
Today I get to take two papers (well, one paper and one abstract) through the export control process. Both should have gone through months ago, so I expect to get yelled out and I am not looking forward to it at all.
HOWEVER. On Saturday I get to go home and spend a glorious week away from Houston and away from work and having lots of fun with my sister’s wedding! Hurrah. I have a lot to do between now and then including: finding/ordering silver sandals, making sure I have enough cute dressy outfits for all the wedding lunches and dinners, cleaning my apartment, preparing photos for the Katie/Joel reception poster thing, and attempting to camoflage my unsightly farmer’s tan lines before getting in the bridesmaid dress.