My mind is wandering
Apr. 15th, 2007 21:15![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
torquillYeah, concentration: not so much.
I'm doing my best to study for the Plant Path quiz. I also need to study biochem, since (although my midterm isn't for another week and a half) next weekend will be crazy. I may have to settle for consolidating vocabulary for Plant Path and making a point of hauling my biochem book up with me tomorrow to read on the train and in the waiting room.
Still not sure whether I'm going to do picking in the Market Garden... maybe for an hour or so. We'll see how I feel after I've had breakfast.
Apparently my life is enough of an emotional rollercoaster right now that I need bodywork much more often than usual. Dr. J muttered that my shoulders were like someone had taken a mallet to them; I replied that that's what it felt like, except I would have guessed a ballpeen hammer. For most people, it's what they do that throws their bodies into chaos... for me, it's what I'm feeling. Stress = car wreck. Not that he minds seeing more of me, and hearing my entertaining stories about what's been turning me into a hard-baked pretzel... but I'd rather be doing more gardening and less stressing, and going to see him at my usual interval of four weeks.
I got the crock clean and cleared some of the garden, then prepped another corn bed. I lengthened it so that I can plant the beans there too; I need to do that tomorrow. Hopefully I can get them growing and infected with charcoal rot before finals... I wonder whether I really would get extra credit if I brought that in?
I'm doing my best to study for the Plant Path quiz. I also need to study biochem, since (although my midterm isn't for another week and a half) next weekend will be crazy. I may have to settle for consolidating vocabulary for Plant Path and making a point of hauling my biochem book up with me tomorrow to read on the train and in the waiting room.
Still not sure whether I'm going to do picking in the Market Garden... maybe for an hour or so. We'll see how I feel after I've had breakfast.
Apparently my life is enough of an emotional rollercoaster right now that I need bodywork much more often than usual. Dr. J muttered that my shoulders were like someone had taken a mallet to them; I replied that that's what it felt like, except I would have guessed a ballpeen hammer. For most people, it's what they do that throws their bodies into chaos... for me, it's what I'm feeling. Stress = car wreck. Not that he minds seeing more of me, and hearing my entertaining stories about what's been turning me into a hard-baked pretzel... but I'd rather be doing more gardening and less stressing, and going to see him at my usual interval of four weeks.
I got the crock clean and cleared some of the garden, then prepped another corn bed. I lengthened it so that I can plant the beans there too; I need to do that tomorrow. Hopefully I can get them growing and infected with charcoal rot before finals... I wonder whether I really would get extra credit if I brought that in?
