Study break...complete with swans!
First public post in a long time. I wonder what that means, other than indicating that I'm too lazy to switch it to Friends Only.
My final essay of the year is coming together at last! The hardest part was of course deciding what to write about, but I have a thesis and everything now. So I've been doing that for the past couple of days. Technically, classes are over, although apparently nobody told the English department. I have one more seminar next week, and then I'm finished for the year!
Well, apart from exams and that pesky essay. Actually, I'm having fun writing it. Really, any essay I can somehow drag Boethius into is a good essay.
I took a walk this afternoon, deciding that I needed to get out of my flat before I would be able to do any more thinking. I walked along the river, which is a lovely spot. I love being so close to the river (and the park next to it, which has a trampoline!). As I was walking, I saw some of the local swans. This is nothing new, but today they were accompanied by their cygnets! There were about five gorgeous little balls of fluff (technically, down) all huddled together, with the parents squatting nearby looking protective. I don't imagine "squatting" is a proper word to describe swans, but it's what they were doing. Me and my baby birds. My previous experience with swans warned me not to get too close, but even from a couple of metres away they radiated cuteness. I was accosted by a pair of terriers on my way back, which were equally adorable. I'm obviously pining for pets here. This exchange is the first time I haven't had at least one pet; all I have now is my cactus (named Greg*).
It's dinner time and I'm not hungry. I'm pretty sure that's a sign of the Apocalypse, although not according to my good friend Adso of Montier-en-Der.
Also, one of my history profs has promised to write me a reference letter when I apply to grad school! Phew. I'll worry about the logistics of transcontinental emails and letters later. She was actually very nice to me, looking into Canadian universities with Medieval Studies programs and discussing grad school in general. I don't know why I assume people are going to bite my head off whenever I ask them something, but I do, and I'm usually wrong. Ah well, it's better than being wrong the other way around ("How DARE you ask me for a letter?! I'm failing you for your presumption, and I'm calling the High Commission to get you deported! Get out of my sight!").
*The cactus is Greg because it's prickly but endearing like House, and because its pot has three ducks on it (get it? House's ducklings?). Yes, I'm sad. Your point being...?