I am now in the final thralls of thesis editing where I write something, my amazingly hardworking advisor reads it, marks it up and down with track changes, sends it back to me, and then I write it all over again.  I am always amazed how after each edit it is so much better, but I am still very anxious to finish.  Then it won’t nearly matter as much to me that the power plant in Dalanzadgad is a big hunk of junk and that we only have power now from 7-9 a.m. and 6-10 p.m.  It will also mean that I can finally get to Christmas crafting.  I wonder what kind of crafts I can make out of dung…