I finished a draft of that big survey paper that's been eating me alive for the past several months. Now it's all in my advisor's hands until she takes the time to make edits to it. It's nice to be done with a big task that does not help me graduate.
The other local PhD student is no longer doing research in our group, which is more than okay with me. He did not really understand things well, but also didn't ask questions or really talk to me at all, so delegating tasks to him never went well. Oddly enough, I think his intolerant views towards trans people led to him feeling uncomfortable in the lab, but, y'know, that's not really my problem to fix.
Next up I need to start getting my ducks in a row for my comprehensive exam.
Today the truck goes in to the shop for front brakes and wheel bearings and I'm...anxious about it? I should have been socialized different as a kid, maybe, because I have always developed emotional attachments to the machines in my life. Not sure what to make of that.
Sunday is our 9th anniversary. We are such different people now than we were when we got married, but we've grown together and it sure seems like we're going to keep that up. I think we are going to do something sexy like tidying and organizing a couple of rooms in the house so my wife has a desk to work at and the basement becomes less my space and more our space. And cook some good food together.