The worry stone that I got in Ireland is missing. (Looks quite a bit like the photo above.) It's green marble--the kind that's famous in Ireland. I know that I brought it home because I distinctly remember unpacking it. I'm pretty sure that I even remember taking it out of its packaging. I've searched everywhere for it. I thought that I put it on one of my bookshelves; I also thought that maybe Chloe had found it and batted it around a bit. (I still need to check the registers and under the couch to see if she's the culprit.) I've checked everywhere else and just haven't been able to find it. I don't know where else it could be! I'll be really bummed if I've lost it... that was one of the only things I got from Ireland and it was just so pretty. Hopefully it'll turn up. Random, I know, but I've been thinking about it for a few weeks now.
I'm trying to decipher why I'm feeling nervous right now, but I've been having trouble pinpointing it. I've been wondering if it's because the time is getting nearer, but I really don't think that's it. I'm more excited than anything. Prior to today, I think I was nervous because I'm not 100% sure what the work I'll be doing at Cambridge will be like. However, this morning I talked to John, my supervisor, on the phone and essentially we just chatted again about things I already knew, but it was good to actually hear them from a human, rather from an email. I feel good about it now. About going to England, I was also wondering if my nervousness was because of the flight--but up until I was wondering that, I had never before considered that I was nervous about it. Again, I get more excited than nervous about such things. I've also considered that it might be because I have this paper due tomorrow, but that can't possibly be it because it...
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