Drove to Baltimore in the pouring rain with the wonderful company of JCM, and then stayed overnight with her. Thanks JCM!!
Stayed up late working on remaining issues with my chapter and this preparation turned out to be a good thing.
Had a 3 1/2 hour meeting with two of my professors about this chapter, and it was excellent. The Man of the Year professor asked me exceedingly hard but important questions about my chapter, while the other one was much more generous in what she was willing to accept. I preferred the former, though the latter was nice in the sense that she will actually be on my committee and so I am glad that she doesn't see any major problems with what I'm presenting.
At the end of the meeting, though, I said to Man of the Year, do you think I've fixed all the previous problems? He said he thought so. But unwilling to just let it go for whatever sadistic reason, I said, what about this particular problem? Yeah, he said, that seems fine. And what about this one? Okay, that one is good too. But what about this last one, that I think I've fixed but I can't exactly tell you why. Hm, he paused. Yeah, that might be a problem.
Stupid, stupid me!! But I couldn't help myself with bringing it up. It seemed simultaneously like too big of a problem to allow it to stay in my dissertation, and yet at the same time, I really had the sense that I had done things correctly in terms of what I was trying to do - I just needed to find a way to justify doing things this way. Anyway, my professor couldn't immediately see the solution to my problem, and after a couple of days of trying to figure it out I hadn't been able to either, so I went looking for help. I found it in another grad student who was so kind and willing to listen to what I had done and he's also totally brilliant, so within half an hour he was able to show me why what I was doing wasn't correct (I knew that it wasn't, but I couldn't see why) and show me where my numbers were coming from, and lo and behold, I think they are coming from the place I actually wanted them to.
(Hm, I'll bet most of you have already stopped reading this post, since I am being so vague. But trust me, if I were to make it clear exactly what I was talking about, you wouldn't be any more interested in this story.)
Anyway, I had a potential solution in hand, so I brought it back to my professor and then packed up for the day.
And by packed up, I mean that I (with the very generous help of Tuesdayscoming) moved almost half of the boxes of files and books that were stacked in my school office into my car. And then we went for dinner at the fantastic Golden West restaurant. I hadn't eaten anything all day except a bowl of cereal at JCM's, and after a full day of meeting, solving problems, and moving boxes, I was pretty delirious; Tuesdayscoming even gave up trying to talk to me at one point, feeling a little like he was talking to a wall. (Sorry!)
But then, after dinner, with full belly, I got on the road and headed home.
I got home around 10:30 and then had the lovely task of unloading the boxes from the car by myself because J was out of town at a conference. Well, I knew they would be heavy and that I am completely out of shape, but I didn't anticipate it taking me a whole hour. I was so exhausted by the end of the night. I couldn't even bring myself to clean in anticipation of L & I coming the next day, and left it until the next morning.
I woke up early, cleaned as best I could, went out to the airport to get L & I, let them loose on the city while I wrote up an email to Man of the Year professor to outline the fix so he could look it over, and then met up with L & I and proceeded to walk throughout Center City. We basically did a loop from Fitler Square to Rittenhouse Square Park to Reading Terminal Market (where we spent a loooooong lunch over cheesesteaks talking with an older woman who gave us the history of Reading Terminal Market, Penn, and Philly in general and then, after feeling like she had said too much, wouldn't give us her name - it was all very amusing) and then following Market we walked over to about 3rd Street, shopping along the way, and then down to South Street, still shopping a little and finally stopped for a drink, and then walked all the way back to Fitler Square (stopping to admire the Magic Garden, which I will definitely be going back to explore on the next available weekend). We were all so exhausted that it was all we could do to order pizza and then we all crashed.
I picked J up from the airport (who was himself delirious on only about two hours of sleep) and then headed straight to my desk to do work for the day. (Okay, actually, first we all went out to brunch at Ants Pants. Yummy.) I worked all day until I was so exhausted and frustrated that I totally broke down. J, L, and I came home from visiting the Mutter Museum just as I was completely losing it, which was probably a good thing because J was able to hear through my desperation and point out that the problems I thought I was having with my chapter weren't really that big and it wasn't even clear that they were real. And by the end of our conversation, I no longer cared either way. I think I just needed a good cry. (It was mostly before they got home, and it was good and loud, and totally scared my cats who ran out of the room and just watched me from the doorway.)
I sent off what I had written to Man of the Year professor and then L & I took us out for sushi at Fuji Mountain, which was excellent. I don't think I've ever had a better Hamachi roll anywhere. Thank you sooooo much L & I!!
Back to work. :)
That is, after making eggs and pancakes for my man, who was just so exhausted from his trip and not feeling well, and then myself passing out on the couch for a two hour nap!
L & I are in NYC for two days, so I pretty much don't plan to move from my desk except to sleep (which is apparently not optional, as much as I wish it were) until they get back on Wednesday morning.