As I left the house this afternoon for Chain Cafe, I told my dear spouse, “I’m leaving for a few hours, hopefully to finish my grading.” I swear that the pun was unintentional (and she didn’t catch it until I groaned).
I only had to wait half an hour before getting my pun-ishment: the rejection of a article manuscript … on migration and graduation. The reason was a lack of fit for the journal scope, which was almost half-expected: I had chosen the journal for the audience and not because it was the best fit. So it’s time to hunt for another outlet or five.
(Incidentally, while the permalink for this entry is 900, I only have 848 entries. No, I don’t understand the math, either.)