I'm not feeling very cheerful about these finals coming up. I've wasted a perfectly gorgeous day by reading five chapters in Oceanography. I haven't even got to the part where I make notes and all that. I resent losing my Saturday this way, although in general I enjoy studying Oceanography. It's just that the last six weekends have been either windy, cold, or so hot a person could get heat stroke digging rose beds.
Tomorrow I'm getting up early with John so we can be the first in line at the zoo. We haven't been for a few months, and I want to get away from my books. With our usual impeccable timing we noticed tomorrow is the Bay to Breakers race which means a zillion people will be milling around Sloat and the beach nearby. I hope this means they won't be going to the zoo with us.
Work was mellow this week. I had one big, new Italian trip but the rest was mostly follow-up stuff. It was a real luxury to have the time to plan the Italy trip in detail. The client has requested a day to day itinerary including restaurants, museums, sights, and other recommendations along with the logistics of train and flight times. So old-fashioned! I haven't done many of those since travel school. It's fun, though. I love planning people's vacations.
Next week is hella busy. Not only do I have the most important tests of the whole semester to occupy my every waking thought, the Pink Sparkly Princess herself, Jen of Om Mani Padme Hum, is coming to town. We're going out for drinks with some of the local diarists on Saturday night. The word "karaoke" has been mentioned. There will be hoopla, I assure you. So I'm holding on to that thought as the reward for my last desperate push to memorize a semester's worth of science.
Ugh, it's 1:30am. I guess I ought to admit I'm done studying for the night and join John and the cats in bed. Not that the cats are in the bed. They're lying on the coverlet in a careful constellation. Keiko is not allowed to curl up next to or even touch one hair of the intensely territorial Natasha until Natasha is so sleepy she can't summon the energy to resist. This typically leads to one human or another acting as a de facto cat barrier. Otherwise there is squabbling and fussing and eventually shouting (by us). As it is, the designated human gets hemmed in and it makes sleeping something of an endurance test.
It's a good thing they're so cute. Cuteness goes pretty far in this household.
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