Don’t tell my dissertation committee, but I have a few hobbies. Last year, I rediscovered cross-stitching as an excellent method for calming the eff down when prospectus writing starts triggering a panic attach. About fourteen months later (as of yesterday), I wound up with this (click to embiggen):
Yes, that is cross-stitch, a cross-stitch rendition of James Christensen’s The College of Magical Knowledge in hundreds of thousands of teeny, tiny stitches. I guess I have weird ideas about what constitutes relaxation.