High as a ... kite?

All was glee Easter Wednesday.
On Tuesday, I'd almost, but not quite, gotten the final results for the third paper. Gently pushed by a colleague (bless her), I initiated the subject "dates" with a receptive advisor.
He came up with an even prior date than the one previously discussed. I was stunned.

On Wednesday, a small, but essential, calculation gave a number that couldn't have been better if we'd invented it. The curve fit of this one. Ah.

And manuscripts are being worked at, revised, rerevised.
And my breathing gets shallow, at least twice a day.

The total unbeliavability of it all.
And the NAMES he pulls out of his hat, for defending the work. The NAMES.
I'm stunned. He must believe in me. I mean, I know he does, but THIS much?

And still, if the second paper isn't accepted (with revison, surely), we'll have to wait till fall.

And we need a last short paper. On WHAT? I ask myself.

So I sit here, stunned, and high, and spooked, and proud, and quite a lot of emotion, actually, most of it good, and my living room is filled with laundry, bicycle, tv dinner plates, guitar, since I'm never home to clean.

Frankly, I have a time series that needs a few quick revisions; filtering and resampling. Then there's the problem of no atmospheric temperature. Approximations, sigh.

Or nag the man for data again.
Sigh.

Get to it, girl. And not too much coffee!!