It's been a surprisingly busy weekend what with Erin being in Chicago. I had to stay behind to wave the flag for the Dean of Math's office and the Math Alumni department at a pre-convocation reception organized for Saturday. I was there early to help set up the tables, but the folks at the CND (What the folks in the Math and Computer building call the coffee shop -- "Coffee aNd Donuts") were really on the ball, stacking food and making sure all the plates were neatly laid out and full.
We had a good crowd, and I was busy handing out Alumni paraphanalia to the new graduates. As I worked, I remembered my own convocation seven years before. Everybody was so calm and solemn, as I was, but you could see it in their eyes: "I'm done! I'm free!" It is one of the best moments in any person's life.
Saturday evening was pretty quiet, spent mostly in front of the television set. I worked on the Transit Toronto website most of Sunday morning, after using the extra hour from the change to Standard Time for -- you guessed it -- sleep. I had a nice Sunday dinner with my parents, and pined away for Erin.
Most of the time between all of this was spent doing laundry. Laundry, laundry, laundry. It's amazing how quickly that piles up when you're not looking, but at least I've made a substantial dent in it. Oh, and the humidifier now works, and we finally have a working doorbell. So, a lot of things work related, or done around the house.
As a result, I did very little writing, and that's disappointing. I had a weekend, I had coffee, but I didn't have time. I wanted to sit down and write. But once the time is past, there's little use in griping about it. There's always the next weekend. Or the weekend after.
Next Saturday is out. My mother and I will be going to the CANSCAIP Packaging Your Imagination conference. I'm looking forward to that.