My husband walks on water!

Which works out well since he is in the Navy, right?
But seriously, I have had such a horrible week. If I had not theoretically had a meeting with my advisors today, I would have pulled the covers over my head and tried graduate school again tomorrow. In addition to the advisory debacle, I have been trying to prep these polycarbonate microspheres that I used to approximate my bacteria in the hot spring for transmission electron microscopy. In theory, this should be easy. Yeah, in theory. The epoxy seems to have melted them, so I have tried a couple of other epoxys, but same results. How could these things survive a pH of 2 and T of 175F and dissolve in epoxy? It is so discouraging. If this last go-around does not work, I am left with paraffin and super glue as my potential suspensions so I can cut them. Neither is a good option. You really don't want t o know how many hours of my life I am not going to get back as a result of this.
Anyway, I digress. So I was sitting on the couch working on my freaking computer model last night when my husband buzzed in on google talk. I was all tears and funky, with no time to clean up and make myself presentable before I answered. He told me that he was thinking maybe he could come home this weekend because he thought it might be good for both of us and he just found out he has a half day on Friday. He left it at that, lifeline thrown, and told me he would let me know if he could find a cheap ticket.
I have spent all day, alternating between self-pity and crossing my fingers that the airline fairies would  show up on my side just once.
Right after I poured myself a giant glass of red wine with my way too big and juicy steak with mushrooms and onions (my favorite PMS food groups), I got an email. Senior Jefe, the Navy guy who walks on water, will be here tomorrow night.
So now I just have to ask the Hurricane fairies to keep Earl clear of  RI long enough for him to get out of there.