I had just hit the moment in working on the glossary when I needed to shift gears, and had just started looking for photos of polar landscapes, when the phone rang. It was William. "You're the only person I'm calling," he said. "Yes or no?" he asked. I had no clue what he was talking about.
We got e-mails of the letter from the campus president congratulating us on our promotions to full professor.
Of course, the BOT still has to sign off on the "recommendation," but it's really a rubber stamp: if they didn't approve the promotions, I imagine the entire Academic Senate and the Union would be manning the barricades. So I won't truly, fully believe it until I get the letter from the Board--and even then, it won't really sink in (maybe not until I start getting paychecks that reflect the new rank). I also realize I have a hard time just letting loose and being happy to celebrate something good that's happened. And this is wonderful. It's wonderful not to still be hanging fire about it, not to have to worry about it--and beyond wonderful to know that I never, ever, ever have to buck for a promotion again. That's bliss, right there.
The work wen't pretty well today, too. If I hadn't been "interrupted" when I was, I'm not sure how much more I'd have accomplished anyway. When I start noodling around doing photo research, I can get sucked into the process and completely lose track of time, but I was definitely losing my edge.
I spent some time today getting myself registered for the ASLE conference in June, too. That was time away from work on the sabbatical project, but it sure feels good to have at least a good chunk of the planning nailed down.
I'm sure there are other things I wanted to report today, but my mind is trying to go too many places all at once, so I'm going to give it a rest and do nothing that requires any form of intelligence until tomorrow morning.
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