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Yuck. Of course, right when I'm about to walk out the door, I discover Avalon in the middle of the kitchen floor, with her diaper half-hanging off. An extremely messy, poopy diaper. This was definitely a two person job, so I yelled of for John to come and put something down on the floor to put her on while I held her at arm's length. She was squealing quite happily, but wondering why she was dangling so far away from Mommy. Luckily there were some towels folded that hadn't been put away yet, so John spread one out, and I got her cleaned up. Didn't volunteer to do it, but I can't blame him, since he takes care of all that when I'm at work. At least he said he would get all the trash out before the truck comes - Tuesday is trash day. I let her run around nekkid for a bit while I hurriedly got my lunch together, since she has a bit of diaper rash - need to expose it to air once in a while and it heals much more quickly. Of course, she like being nekkid and it causes a big struggle when John goes to put her clothes on. My kids and my husband would be quite happy being nudists, I think. I, however, get cold, and certainly not while we're living in the same house as my father.

Finally out the door and to work. The weather is being weird, lately. Yesterday, it drizzled much of the day, which is out of character for August here. I suppose it fits with the mild El Niño we're supposed to be having. I had to take extra care driving to work- the roads were extremely slippery, and in southern California, everyone forgets how to drive when it rains. It's gray and dim again today. I wouldn't mind if it rained in earnest - we usually need it. And it's fun walking in a warm summer rain.

S. (my lead person) is sick today and D. (our boss) appears to be out as well - I suppose that means I have until tomorrow to turn in my annual report. It's mostly just cutting and pasting together the two semiannual reports, but it contains a lot more graphs. I still need to summarize the mackerel and sardine aging, look at what year classes are strong/weak this year, and update the landings between last July and this June. On top of that, I have been besieged by requests for recent landing updates from Monterey. People are getting antsy about how much of the northern allocation is left, although at the beginning of the month there were still 40,000 tons. Last year, they didn't even come close to closing the harvest guideline. Poor Travis up there, has no scientific aide help, and is doing all the receipts collecting, dock sampling, sample processing, etc, by himself, in addition to his other duties. So he's a bit behind on getting those to me, but I guess I have to phone and rattle his cage. He's probably up to his elbows in squid guts right now.

Bleh - I hate deadlines. I'll probably have to take this thing home and work on it.

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Yuck. Of course, right when I'm about to walk out the door, I discover Avalon in the middle of the kitchen floor, with her diaper half-hanging off. An extremely messy, poopy diaper. This was definitely a two person job, so I yelled of for John to come and put something down on the floor to put her on while I held her at arm's length. She was squealing quite happily, but wondering why she was dangling so far away from Mommy. Luckily there were some towels folded that hadn't been put away yet, so John spread one out, and I got her cleaned up. Didn't volunteer to do it, but I can't blame him, since he takes care of all that when I'm at work. At least he said he would get all the trash out before the truck comes - Tuesday is trash day. I let her run around nekkid for a bit while I hurriedly got my lunch together, since she has a bit of diaper rash - need to expose it to air once in a while and it heals much more quickly. Of course, she like being nekkid and it causes a big struggle when John goes to put her clothes on. My kids and my husband would be quite happy being nudists, I think. I, however, get cold, and certainly not while we're living in the same house as my father.

Finally out the door and to work. The weather is being weird, lately. Yesterday, it drizzled much of the day, which is out of character for August here. I suppose it fits with the mild El Niño we're supposed to be having. I had to take extra care driving to work- the roads were extremely slippery, and in southern California, everyone forgets how to drive when it rains. It's gray and dim again today. I wouldn't mind if it rained in earnest - we usually need it. And it's fun walking in a warm summer rain.

S. (my lead person) is sick today and D. (our boss) appears to be out as well - I suppose that means I have until tomorrow to turn in my annual report. It's mostly just cutting and pasting together the two semiannual reports, but it contains a lot more graphs. I still need to summarize the mackerel and sardine aging, look at what year classes are strong/weak this year, and update the landings between last July and this June. On top of that, I have been besieged by requests for recent landing updates from Monterey. People are getting antsy about how much of the northern allocation is left, although at the beginning of the month there were still 40,000 tons. Last year, they didn't even come close to closing the harvest guideline. Poor Travis up there, has no scientific aide help, and is doing all the receipts collecting, dock sampling, sample processing, etc, by himself, in addition to his other duties. So he's a bit behind on getting those to me, but I guess I have to phone and rattle his cage. He's probably up to his elbows in squid guts right now.

Bleh - I hate deadlines. I'll probably have to take this thing home and work on it.