What Science has Done to Me
Science has done something very bad to me. OK, so I don't know if it's necessarily bad; it could be good. All I really know is that it has done something to me.
It has made me into a leisure-time multitasker.
I used to be able to sit down, relax, and focus on something fun. Notice that I said "something fun" and not "some fun things".
Sadly, I fear those days are gone.
During the day I can always be found carrying around a minimum of 4-different files filled with papers on 4-different topics as I run around campus using equipment or teaching. If I have managed to sit down at my desk, you'll find me praying that my computer can handle the 3 Word files, 2 uber-large Excel workbooks, and data analyses software while I try to balance dissertation writing, manuscript editing, grant proposing, and data crunching.
You would think that I go home and slow down--I used to go home and slow down.
Now you will find me simmering several pots of lovely (mmmm...turkey meatballs and homemade marinara) on my stove while I run bathwater and read a few dozen pages of this, this, this and this. Reading one book at a time is for the weak.
Here's the sick part. I've actually also tried to throw in Yoga while the food is cooking and water is running, but my books kept getting in the way and/or closing on me while I suffered in down-facing-dog. At least I drew the line on that one.
I need to slow down. No wonder I'm tired.