You guys, it was the nicest day. I had been feeling a little blarghy this week but today has left me more optimistic.
I resubmitted the Heartbreak Paper, which -- I can't believe I didn't tell you! -- got a "minor revisions" decision at the end of December. When I saw the email I whooped loudly and got up from the couch, still whooping, to jump in big circles around the room. "When I saw your reaction," said Joe at the time, "I thought Donald Trump must have been impeached." The editor emailed me last night to ask if I might be able to submit the revisions earlier than her original deadline, and in a surge of Whole-30-fueled efficiency I got it out the door today.
My 18yo didn't go to school today, so I took him out for lunch. He's my quietest kid, and I'm always glad when we spend one-on-one time together and I can hear what he's been thinking.
This week I've been calling and calling a Texas publisher about getting permission to use an image from one of their tests in a journal article. That came through at last today, and they're not charging us the modest fee that they originally said we would owe.
This afternoon I had a college-level service responsibility that had been billed as "really fun," but I was skeptical. I was part of a panel of judges for a thesis competition, and do you know, it actually was really fun. We finished at 3:45 or so, and it occurred to me that I could do my last 15 minutes' worth of email at home. Whole-30 Brain prompted me to run a little errand I'd been procrastinating on the way, but I still got to my neighborhood just as Pete was getting off the bus. "Mom!" he yelled, shuffling after me with his trombone case and his laptop bag bouncing around.
I plunked some dinner in the Instant Pot and finished up my work. I had to take Pete to his Klondike campout tonight, and I was a little worried about getting lost on the way to the campground. The roads are poorly lit out in the country, and my night vision is not what it used to be. "I know exactly where we are," he crowed, just as we got to the part of the route where I was uncertain. So that worked out nicely.
I was a little worried about timing (drop-off took me longer than expected), because I was supposed to get from the campsite to church in 17 minutes and it's really more like a 20-minute drive. Except-- I got a text right as I was leaving, saying the music meeting was happening at the directors' house and not the church. That's more like a 30-minute drive, I thought, so I texted back hastily to explain that I'd be late.
The rehearsal was SO fun, you guys. I replaced my 1978 Bundy flute this week. Seven years ago I got new pads for it when one of the boys decided to learn to play the flute, but the instrument isn't working at all these days. I thought about the cost of another pad job, and I thought about how I've always wished vaguely for a nicer-sounding flute, and I watched eBay intermittently for a couple of months to get a sense of flute prices. And lo, I found an intermediate flute in good condition at a price that didn't make my frugal Scottish heart fibrillate. I've been practicing since it arrived on Tuesday, and I love it. Tonight was the first time I'd played flute in public in, like, decades, but it was a blast. The director asked me to play the baritone part instead of the melody. (I was sure I'd be stuck on the melody. Flute = stuck on the melody, world almost without end.) Instead I was playing a bass-clef part I'd never heard before, which was a fun little puzzle. I had already agreed to sing for Mass this weekend, but if I can get a little more practice time in I'll play flute for the Mass parts and sing the hymns.
From the rehearsal I went straight to a play for which Elwood and I had free tickets. I wasn't entirely looking forward to it. We saw a play created by this same team last weekend, and it was decidedly mediocre. Turns out, though, that the professionals do a much better job with their oeuvre than the amateurs, or at least than these particular amateurs. Tonight's performance was funny and fast-paced (and free, sings the frugal Scottish heart).
I have been eating a late and ambrosial dinner -- a 9:30 dinnertime will make almost anything taste ambrosial, but roasted celeriac gets two thumbs up from me -- and I am going to call it a day. Good night, all.