“Or I could write this essay I have due in a couple of months,” I remark, as Twitter fails to load.

The Carus-Wilson family certainly wasn’t keeping the interests of future researchers in mind when they named their kids. #TooManyPeopleWithTheSameInitials

This is one of those days when the charm of living in a 19th-c. house is offset by the lack of 21st-c. insulation.

"/Do/ you actually own this material?!" was not a query I was expecting to ask NYPL, but a rather substantial body of correspondence that is supposedly there is nowhere in any finding aid...

For some reason, I am having a hard time building up the necessary momentum to shovel my walkways in this balmy (checks app) 6F weather. #SnowStorm

ME: It's 30 degrees, but my car is in the shop and I need to drop off some paperwork on campus. Guess I'll walk.
[I arrive at CAMPUS. The relevant office is EMPTY.]
ME: ...OK, I'll go check the car?
[I arrive at the shop. The CAR is not yet ready.]
#AcademicLifeInWinter

“I really should revive my blog,” I remark, with more and more bemusement.

NOVELIST: Here is an uninteresting image
ME: I’ll allow it this once
NOVELIST: Here it is again
ME: Image begone
NOVELIST: I like it so much that I’m using it again
ME: …where is your editor

I begin to think that "Do nothing that would make Isaac Chotiner want to interview you" should be posted prominently above everyone's desks.

“Now I can relax for the evening,” she said, just as the upstairs toilet flooded. #AdventuresOfAVictorianistWithAVictorian