Girl with dog and torch

It rained all morning.  All I wanted to do was burrow in and watch movies on Bravo! and TNT.  But alas, my thesis is due tomorrow.  So I had to buckle in and work.  I went out once, to see what time the stationer’s opens in the morning–what time will I bind the copies of my thesis for my readers.  By that time in afternoon, it was no longer rainy

I don’t know where the last six hours have gone; all I’ve done is footnotes.  I still don’t have a title, either.  I want it to be two words, something short, like a good novel title. I’m worn out by typical thesis titles, all anchored by the ubiquitous colon.  The Power of Now: Immediacy and Hope in New Testament Healings. Finding Their Voices: Call and Response in Israelite Travel.  Neither Saint nor Angel: the Defiance of Holymaking in Postmodern Relgious Narrative.

(I made those all up just now.  Blah, blah, blah, I think: but they resemble what everyone will be turning in tomorrow.  I want POW! on my title page.)

In sum, it was a day full of typing, a brief shot of sunshine, and one trip across the street.