It friggin' snowed.
Okay, coming from Maine, that might sound more serious than it really was, but come ON. It's only October; even pretty, fluffy monster flakes just should not happen this early. It hasn't gotten heinously cold...yet...so that's a bonus.
I'm still pretty much exhausted all the damn time, but Ryan has been subbing more days (WOO!), I'm kind of getting into the swing of planning and grading, and I think I've managed to get over enough of the initial overwhelm to be able to focus and fine-tune my teaching a bit more. Definitely good stuff. The change of season has, unfortunately, brought to my attention the fact that I just don't have enough "professional" clothes to wear something different - and warm enough - every day. I've been scavenging Salvation Army and a few other deeply discounted places, but damn it is hard finding anything that fits my sedentary butt well and is in decent enough shape to wear to work. I continue to hate money.
Also, on a gross but fascinating note, So, I've had this wart on the heel of my right foot for years...this sucker may even predate college, I seriously don't remember. I've basically just let it sit there because hey, it's not that big, it doesn't hurt, it's clearly not spreading or getting worse, and frankly, I've almost come to like the little bugger. It's consistent. Last week it started to hurt, and it practically doubled in size all of a sudden. I picked up some of those weird brown dots that you stick on warts that burn them off really, really slowly, and today is day two. It looks all waterlogged and gross, and for some reason I am utterly fascinated by it. Why the crap does the human body let this happen? And how crazy is it that science has provided some way for us to make it go away with weird little brown dots? BODIES ARE WEIRD! It should be gone in a few weeks...I might actually miss it. And if you're not grossed out now, I can fill your ears with horror stories from the high school cafeteria, but I'll spare everyone that degree of hideousness for now.
We're still working on life without Starbuck. It is really, really bizarre only having two kitties, and even weirder being the only female of any species in the house. I think Ryan and I both had the knee-jerk desire to get another girl kitty (don't worry, we didn't and won't any time terribly soon), but that is only because the loss is so palpable. Losing any pet sucks, but this really feels like it changed the dynamic of the house. I still feel pretty badly that it happened right before Ryan's birthday, and almost worse that we haven't been able to do anything really exciting to celebrate since. Maybe we'll do a nice dinner out when he gets his first subbing paycheck...how romantic?
I'm still pretty much exhausted all the damn time, but Ryan has been subbing more days (WOO!), I'm kind of getting into the swing of planning and grading, and I think I've managed to get over enough of the initial overwhelm to be able to focus and fine-tune my teaching a bit more. Definitely good stuff. The change of season has, unfortunately, brought to my attention the fact that I just don't have enough "professional" clothes to wear something different - and warm enough - every day. I've been scavenging Salvation Army and a few other deeply discounted places, but damn it is hard finding anything that fits my sedentary butt well and is in decent enough shape to wear to work. I continue to hate money.
Also, on a gross but fascinating note, So, I've had this wart on the heel of my right foot for years...this sucker may even predate college, I seriously don't remember. I've basically just let it sit there because hey, it's not that big, it doesn't hurt, it's clearly not spreading or getting worse, and frankly, I've almost come to like the little bugger. It's consistent. Last week it started to hurt, and it practically doubled in size all of a sudden. I picked up some of those weird brown dots that you stick on warts that burn them off really, really slowly, and today is day two. It looks all waterlogged and gross, and for some reason I am utterly fascinated by it. Why the crap does the human body let this happen? And how crazy is it that science has provided some way for us to make it go away with weird little brown dots? BODIES ARE WEIRD! It should be gone in a few weeks...I might actually miss it. And if you're not grossed out now, I can fill your ears with horror stories from the high school cafeteria, but I'll spare everyone that degree of hideousness for now.
We're still working on life without Starbuck. It is really, really bizarre only having two kitties, and even weirder being the only female of any species in the house. I think Ryan and I both had the knee-jerk desire to get another girl kitty (don't worry, we didn't and won't any time terribly soon), but that is only because the loss is so palpable. Losing any pet sucks, but this really feels like it changed the dynamic of the house. I still feel pretty badly that it happened right before Ryan's birthday, and almost worse that we haven't been able to do anything really exciting to celebrate since. Maybe we'll do a nice dinner out when he gets his first subbing paycheck...how romantic?