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I'm alive, I'm well, I'm just running around like a headless chicken. Apparently, PhDs just don't complete themselves. Imagine that~

Since I'm determined to be Dr. Erin by the end of 2007, I've been spending the vast majority of my weekends in the lab. Thrilling, I know. Projects on the homefront have dwindled, along with my posting here.

No work tomorrow (it's Martin Luther King Day), and the man departed for a work trip today, so I'm actually going to make an effort to update this old thing. And post lost overdue recaps of Christmas, New Years, and the few exciting things I have managed to squeeze in.

Stay tuned.

In less than 24 hours, Patrick and I are flying down to Atlanta for his aunt's wedding. I know what you are thinking... this family sure gets married a lot.

Only two seconds ago did I realize that we didn't make any arrangements for Sage. It's not like she's a cat and we can just leave her with some food and water. She is a border collie/lab mix. Dogs really don't come any more high maintenance than that. Of course, since it's a family wedding, all the relatives that I'd feel comfortable imposing upon are flying down there with us. Dammit.

Guess it's time to call some kennels? (We've only boarded her once, and it was outside of Richmond at this great place that let's them play with other dogs all day and eat Frosty Paws and generally be TOTALLY SPOILED. And yet, due to my guilt at leaving her, I'm totally ok with that. But not guilty enough to be ok spending $60 a night.)

I suck. (And for that matter, so does my husband. He is still in the dark about our doggie-parenting slip.) You know what the worst part is? IT'S NOT THE FIRST TIME.

UPDATE: My neighbors, who rock the casbah, agreed to look after the crazy pupster. They have two dogs of their own, one of which we are convinced Sage was separated from at birth. It makes for pretty much a non-stop rolling dogpile through their house, and by the time we get back and Sage comes home, she's exhausted. I love these people.