too nervous to think

My very nice husband is a scientist doing his postdoc. He's a nuclear engineer and essentially he builds the various ways to shoot radiation at cells and other small things so biologists can study cancer.

Anyway, where he works is up for a really big grant and the really big grant people are visiting today. I'm just glad it is almost over. Watching someone you love run themselves into the ground is painful. He's gone to work at nine in the morning and not come home until four in the morning at times. More usually he'd get home at ten or eleven pm, exhausted and hungry. He's been really good at trying not to take it out on me, but it's been a rough couple of months. Even the cat picked up on the general stress level and developed some neurotic tendencies having to do with litter and poo.

So either way the grant goes, at least I get him back after this. For a little while, anyway, until our mutual work-a-holics decide we've had enough time off and need to get back to work.

And speaking of work, I need to go do something. I'm not helping anyone by pacing the house and shoving any fast, easy, fat-laden edible I can find into my mouth. Fry a hen.