It's summer, I'm boring, how are you?
It's summer. I know it's summer, because my team's out of the Stanley Cup, and when that happens, it's Tour de France season, and that's summer. This year, I also get World Cup futbol. I'm still watching the Cup, of course, and having a daily debate with Leeza whether it would be worse to see the Sharks-eliminating Hawks hoist the cup, or Chris Pronger. I have a photo that I cherish, of Chris Pronger and Teemu Selanne sitting together in the penalty box, right where they belong.
It's going to be 100 degrees tomorrow, and all weekend, and I've got Belle, the ancient dog, for four days. L. reports that she spend 20 minutes wandering around the house crying this morning, but then was fine. So she could croak off tonight, or she could live another 6 months, who knows. L. is trying to decide if the karma loss of her dog's death permanently scarring me is worth the emotional turmoil she'd save by avoiding being there when Belle does finally expire. For me, I don't care, as long as the dog doesn't suffer. And yeah, could be a blessing to have it happen while L's not there to watch. I am obviously much less attached to the dog, having known her for a year, while L has had her for 15. And the cats are pissed off about something, L reports, so that should be fun.
My next three weeks are devoted to studying for my writtens (last week fo June) and my orals (first of July.) After that, I shall go where the spirit wills me (translation: I shall get back to working my ass off in the lab so that I can go to LONDON for THE WEDDING in August.) LONDON. WEDDING. LONDON, UK.