Well, I had a few very productive days in the library this week (which is rarer than I’d like…) and managed to get a first draft of the final chapter of the thesis done. This leaves me with a whole mess of editing work to do, but I’m feeling less pressure than I was at the beginning of the week. On that count, I’m going to lift my self-imposed blogging ban and offer a few things here and there.
I’ve wanted to share this for a while because it still makes me laugh. Our apartment here in Albany is quite old (by American, and certainly by Western American, standards). We are lucky enough to have original hardwood floors and brickwork—which is really nice. Over the last hundred and fifty years though, the building has settled, leaving the floors somewhat uneven. There is such a slant to the floor near my desk, that were it not for a bit of rope, I would soon roll back into the bathroom. So when, if ever, you think of me—remember the plight of a poor theologian tied to the couch in his apartment.