Finally back home, after a weekend in Quaint Smallish City, whence I went directly to Schmancy this morning on about five hours of sleep.

Had a nice weekend with GWBoyfriend, though we didn't do much--rented Chris Rock's Bring the Pain on Friday and went out to see Wedding Crashers on Saturday, both of which provided much-needed levity in between what was otherwise a work weekend. He was finishing up an article and I was trying to finish up my revisions to Ch. 1, the latter of which got pretty ugly as I realized, AGAIN, that the introduction wasn't doing what I needed it to do and GWB had to talk me down from the ledge. I think it's okay now, or at least okay enough, but it still feels rather stitched together. Hoping to have it in the bin by the end of the week.

Today I gave my brown-bag lunch talk on my research at Schmancy for an audience made up of a bunch of the library staff and some of the other fellows, and I think it went pretty well--had to give a lot of background on Neglected Author and this particular work's complicated textual history before I could get into the importance of this one document that Schmancy holds, but I think I mostly kept it lively and accessible. It was nice to meet the rare books curator, who seemed delighted to learn more about this odd item they hold--as well as to find out that the kids today are still learning old-fashioned textual editing. Hey, gotta represent.

(Oh, and the damn photographer was also on hand again--the library, seriously, must now have two dozen shots of me doing various serious researchy things. What's the deal??)