I am looking to borrow two things:
1. a female torso mannequin (ideally larger than a size 8!) to wear a poncho in HSPH's employee craft exhibition. The display is right by the security desk so theft will not be an issue.
2. a knitting machine. Ben wants a Dr. Who scarf to replace the one his grandmother made for him, but there is no way I want to knit several hundred rows of garter stitch (can we say borrrring?) by hand.
There was massive traffic suck this morning and I was 45 minutes late to work. Because of a couple of accidents, all inbound routes north of Boston were hosed. My usual 12-minute drive to the commuter rail took 40 minutes; my regular train was late and just pulling out of the station as I drove up! Dammit! I also had to resort to DunkinDonuts for breakfast rather than the HSPH cafeteria yummy oatmeal; one donut is really all I can take because they are so high in fat. And now it's *gone* and I want lunch.
This is one of those mornings when I really wished that commuting out of Ballardvale Station was a viable option. It's not because there is no parking available after 7 or so, and because the train schedule really does not work.
Apparently my default user icon is giving people food cravings...
1. a female torso mannequin (ideally larger than a size 8!) to wear a poncho in HSPH's employee craft exhibition. The display is right by the security desk so theft will not be an issue.
2. a knitting machine. Ben wants a Dr. Who scarf to replace the one his grandmother made for him, but there is no way I want to knit several hundred rows of garter stitch (can we say borrrring?) by hand.
There was massive traffic suck this morning and I was 45 minutes late to work. Because of a couple of accidents, all inbound routes north of Boston were hosed. My usual 12-minute drive to the commuter rail took 40 minutes; my regular train was late and just pulling out of the station as I drove up! Dammit! I also had to resort to DunkinDonuts for breakfast rather than the HSPH cafeteria yummy oatmeal; one donut is really all I can take because they are so high in fat. And now it's *gone* and I want lunch.
This is one of those mornings when I really wished that commuting out of Ballardvale Station was a viable option. It's not because there is no parking available after 7 or so, and because the train schedule really does not work.
Apparently my default user icon is giving people food cravings...